Mr. Mitchell's Country Store
Channel: John Kalb Music
Date: 02/02/2024

_There's a lot of Americana dying out these days. I just tried to paint a picture of some really good memories._

Lyrics:

_Chorus_
They sold housewares and linens, hardware and groceries /
Had a liars' bench sittin' just out front beneath two live oak trees /
A clanging bell on an old screen door and a creaky old wooden floor /
And forever I'll remember Mr. Mitchell's Country Store

I recall summer days sittin' 'neath those live oak trees /
Eatin' Mitchell's home made ice cream, 'fore it melted in the breeze /
And listenin' to the old men tellin' tales from long ago /
Well the stories never changed much, but the tellin' sure seemed to grow /
And the stories they got better when a jug was passed around /
And I can still remember when the farm folk came to town /
While the women shopped, the men they stopped, hit the jug until they'd hear /
That creaky old board in front of the door, and then the jug would disappear

_Repeat Chorus_

Well ten years had passed since I'd been back through my old hometown /
And it hurt inside when I saw that Mitchell's had been torn down /
And in its place was standin' a modern convenience store /
Plate glass and concrete and a two way swingin' door /
And the liars' bench and the live oak trees, they live only in my mind /
Cause where they were there's a parkin' lot, two gas pumps and a sign /
Well I know that it's called progress, I ain't sayin' that it's wrong /
But Mitchell's place ain't ever gonna die, it's gonna live on in my song

_Repeat Chorus_

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