Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam
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The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown
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Sam had a wife and thirteen kids he worked to feed each day
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With hungry pride he begged for help and he was turned away
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He was forced to sell his farm for half its worth
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To this man he thought a friend to be. If there's not a hell there ought to be
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Mary Ann was sweet sixteen, never had been around
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A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown
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Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay
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She got caught and faced the shame and he laughed and went his way
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Now no one knows where she's at her folks sent her away
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If there's not a hell there ought to be
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Widow Brown worked since Joe died and tried to save her pay
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To give nine children beans and bread and pay her tithes on Sunday
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She got sick and slipped behind the rent she had to meet
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They told her they were sorry and they kicked her out in the street
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And that same day they came and took her kids away
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If there's not a hell there ought to be
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Young Billy Brown he took a trip to keep his country free
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We're all proud of what he done for the good old USA
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But somewhere there's a mighty big man who kept this a goin' on
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For personal gain, wealth and fame they did their legal wrongs
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All wrapped up in the stars and stripes Bill came home one day
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If there's not a hell there ought to be if there's not a hell there ought to be
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If There's Not A Hell (there Ought To Be)
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| Bobby Bare |
