The Grocery Truck Tom T. Hall

[Intro]
When I was a little barefooted boy, back in the hills of eastern Kentucky
I was lazy and about half crazy
Catfish didn't bite in the daytime and little boys were not allowed out after dark
But we had a few thrills and one of them was the grocery truck

[Verse 1]
Well the grocery truck was a little ol' truck with the name painted on the door
In the wintertime, it always got stuck bringing beans and greens to the poor
We'd go get the mules and we'd pull it out and the neighbors would come to the show
We'd cuss them mules and holler and shout 'cause the treasure on board was gold

[Chorus]
And the grocery truck is a-coming
It's about a half a mile away
Just when we were down on our luck
Here comes the grocery truck

[Verse 2]
Now, the grocery truck with the store-bought stuff, bologna and crackers and cheese
Sometimes, a new pair of pants with cuffs or candy to fill our needs
If I counted the thrills of my life today as I cater to fancy and whim
None would compare to the grocery truck, it was Christmas every Friday back then

[Chorus]
And the grocery truck is a-coming
It's about a half a mile away
Just when we were down on our luck
Here comes the grocery truck