Country Store

The Country Store

Written By: Barry P. Foley
Copyright © 21 Sep 2022

My earliest memories of when I was a kid
When Daddy would take me along
To the Country Store, where I’d sit by the jukebox
And learn those old country songs

The Country Store, is where I grew up
Saw a side of my Daddy I’d never seen
Where I learned to judge the character of men
And how to behave if a Preacher walked in
To the Country Store

It was the kind of place that you could say had it all
Gas Station, with Tires and Groceries
Work Boots,Pocket Knives, and even a pool Hall
My Uncle Coy ran it in those early years

The Country Store is where I grew up
No gambling or drinking allowed
Where I learned to judge the character of men
And how to behave if a Lady walked in
To the Country Store

Got my first pay sorting bottles in the racks
Sometimes I’d pump gas when things were slow
Shooting 8 Ball with my cousins in the Pool Room in the back
Or listening to the race on the radio

The Country Store is where I grew up
Learned the make of every car that drove by
Where I learned to judge the character of men
And how to behave if the Police walked in
To the Country Store

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To the Country Store
To the Country Store