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The Ballad Of Sam Walton

People go out, people go in. Money they earn, money they spend. Buggies are filled, registers ring. Wallets are drained, Walton's they sing. Prices go up, wages go down. Holders wear smiles, workers wear frowns. New store, new town. Mom and Pop shop, have to shut down.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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