Take a listen to this great new song:
The rickety front porch planks are creakin'
But the hound door by the door keeps sleepin'
Old men stare when you walk in
And behind the counter stands Big Jim
He's 5 feet tall and a little change
Telling stories with a grin on his face
It smells like country ham and cheese
Pipe tobacco and kerosene
There's a pot belly stove and checkers by the door
It's a dying breed the country store
There's homemade fudge, RC and moon pies
Fishing lures, guns and knives
Camo' gear and turkey calls
Carhartt coats and overalls
It's a whole lot different then the new Quick Stack
Cause when you leave they say y'all come back
If you're ever around these parts , stop in
Cause if you do your gonna wanna come back again
There's a radio station playin' country
And on Saturday night they listen to the Opry
Tapping to fiddles on a hard wood floor
It's a dying breed that country store
Man, I love that country store!