Scott Whitby, 2020
Eaton bottom and river
Everyone so poor
Nothing else there
Except Johnson Hay Store
Old wood stove
Old wood store
Unreal now
Was there a lock on the door?
Sold gas
Under the Esso name
Can't get there from here
He told the ol' dames
Candy and sandwiches
Not so sure I'd eat now
But pro'Iy would
We survived somehow
They played Dominos
Stories they'd say
Get back from the moon?
Billy said "ain't no way!"
Scared me so bad
Mr. Jones bad arm
Willie D just laughed
What's the alarm?
Cash register was simple
How did it measure?
Johnson didn't care
Friends were the treasure
Old men played checkers
And sat all around
Think what you think but
Here intelligence was found
It seemed so simple
Johnson Hay Store
Old men's wisdom
And all the old lore
We went there most nights
But for school and all
We didn't stay too long
Momma might call
One day it's all gone
Burned to the ground
Nobody heard
Even a sound
Crooks took the dollars
All the coins left behind
What did they want?
Out of their mind
Johnson Hay Store
Forever no more
If I could find them
I'd even the score
I think back today
About Johnson Hay Store
What would I'd learned?
Knowledge galore
It's all done now
Nothing to learn
Those stupid bastards
Set it to burn
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