The Old General Store

You no longer see them around, faded into history Every town had one, had everything under the Sun Well for that time anyway The Ma and Pa type, they all had a story It was a place for general fun Some even did business on Sunday Polished hard wood floor, sawdust scattered all around Big wooden barrel full of peanuts, throw the shell on the floor No charge, cause they were free A place where the lost could be free There was always a welcome mat outside the front door Out house round back if you had to pee The butcher, bag boy and counter man were all one The ladies would leave their shopping list, come back later He always wore a long white apron, white shirt and tie He never quit until all the work was done Free jaw breakers for the kids, throw in an extra tater He could tell some tales, but never told a lie Big pot bellied wood burnin stove, always a pot of coffee brewin Where old timers could sit, whittle and spit So they knew who was coming in the front door Everybody knew what everybody was doing Always spic and span, don't worry about a little grit The Old General Store, they don't make them like that anymore