UNRELEASED
SONGS
The General
Store
Well when I was just a baby
boy, my happy heart would jump for joy
When daddy'd take me to the
general store
There was everything that
you could name, from carpet tacks to window panes
And a lazy hound dog laying
'round the door
There was garden hose and
axe handles and bread boards and wax candles
And curtain rods and nets
made out of twine
There was ink and onion and
navy beans and tea and coffee, brown and green
And everything from silk
to gingham spine
Well one summer's day I chanced
to spy, a cookie tin away up high
Upon a shelf inside the general
store
Well I started up to fetch
the prize, when the wall it started to capsize
And tumble with a crash unto
the floor
There was shoes and books
and pots and pans and fine combs and garbage cans
And broken jars all piled
around my head
There was caps and boots
and black molasses and young seeds for garden grasses
And pies and cookies, cakes
and loaves of bread
Well then daddy grabbed me
by the arm and took me back out to the farm
I couldn't sit down for a
week or more
But the years have passed
with no regrets and I know I never will forget
That place we fondly called
the general store
There was thread and nutmeg,
tins and powder, rat poison and clam chowder
And garden tools a-littering
the floor
There was cranberries and
clocks and clippers and ringers, rakes
And carpet slippers, and
apple peelers you don't see no more
In that great forgotten wonderland,
I visited with my old man
The great and unforgettable
general store