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Don McLean – General Store lyrics
Mornin', Mrs. Campbell
Lovely day today
I heard about the fire
I wonder what the papers say
Let's see now:
Give me fifty shotgun shells
And a hundred feet of rope
Just add that to my bill
Says here there ain't no hope
They all were burned alive
And four packs of cigarettes
No, I think I'll make it five
I heard about the wedding
I'm so happy for the bride
Why that fire house looked mighty nice
And the whole town swelled with pride
We've watched her grow to womanhood
She's found an upright man
She'll learn this life ain't easy
You do the best you can
No, no, my family ain't so good
My wife just had a spell
And I can't afford the medicine
She needs to make her well
I've been laid off at that factory
For sixteen months or more
I came home last Wednesday evenin'
I found her lyin' on the floor
Bye now, Mrs. Campbell
Say howdy to your son
You can tell him we'll go huntin'
When he gets a bigger gun
It was too bad about that fire
But don't you get me wrong
We've gotta teach these people
How to stay where they belong
Lovely day today
I heard about the fire
I wonder what the papers say
Let's see now:
Give me fifty shotgun shells
And a hundred feet of rope
Just add that to my bill
Says here there ain't no hope
They all were burned alive
And four packs of cigarettes
No, I think I'll make it five
I heard about the wedding
I'm so happy for the bride
Why that fire house looked mighty nice
And the whole town swelled with pride
We've watched her grow to womanhood
She's found an upright man
She'll learn this life ain't easy
You do the best you can
No, no, my family ain't so good
My wife just had a spell
And I can't afford the medicine
She needs to make her well
I've been laid off at that factory
For sixteen months or more
I came home last Wednesday evenin'
I found her lyin' on the floor
Bye now, Mrs. Campbell
Say howdy to your son
You can tell him we'll go huntin'
When he gets a bigger gun
It was too bad about that fire
But don't you get me wrong
We've gotta teach these people
How to stay where they belong
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