C. A.'s Country Store

Song Length 3:30 Genre Country - Contemporary, Country - General
Tempo Tempo Undefined Lead Vocal Male Vocal

Lyrics

"C. A.'S COUNTRY STORE"
(copr)2007 Bill Pittman

Mr. C.A. and 'Miss' Bobbi owned C. A.'s Country Store
I guess the porch was like a lobby, and its decor was no decor
It had a big front step, it's where regulars fret and threw their roasted peanut shells
I think of Grandpa, I barely knew him at all, I wonder what that step could tell

C. A.'s Country Store, buy what ya need but get back more
And I got alot from C. A.'s Country Store

Come lunchtime, neighbors talkin', hardwood bench, pungent oak
Some hoop cheese, summer sausage, saltine crackers, bottled Coke
There's a gentle breeze shakin' cottonwood leaves, I hear the laughter of farmhands
I got their folklore, fun stories and more, I miss 'em each one to a man

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Mr. C. A. and 'Miss' Bobbi, never ones to stop and rest
If there's a need to define hobby, raisin' four kids says it best
And they were pretty girls but in a country world, they didn't worry much 'bout them
They let 'em play outside, but don't ya run inside, you'd rather face her than face him

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[ BRIDGE: ]
Many things in life get pushed back to the past
Even those we think will last

On that day Dad called and told me sad news about the store
He said It's gone, the fire left only that big step outside the door
So, I just left at once and let me put it blunt, a pile of ashes looks like hell
Part of me had died but on the credit side, I've got those old sights, sounds and smells

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So, I just left at once and let me put it blunt, a pile of ashes looks like hell
Part of me had died and on paternal side, I wonder what that step could tell

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