I remember walk'in round the court square sidewalk
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Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
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There's johnson's hardware and morgans jewelry
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And the ol' Lee king's apothecary
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They ware the little man
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The little man
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I go back now and the stores are all empty
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Except for an old coke sign from 1950
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Boarded up like they never existed
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Or renovated and called historic districts
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There goes the little man
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There goes the little man
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Now the court square's just a set of streets
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That the people go round but they seldom think
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Bout the little man that built this town
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Before the big money shut em down
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And killed the little man
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Oh the little man
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He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
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And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat
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The new stores came where you do it yourself
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You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
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Forget about the little man
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Forget about that little man
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He hung on there for a few more years
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But he couldn't sell slurpees
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And he wouldn't sell beer
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Now the bank rents the station
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To a down the road
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And sell velvet Elvis and
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Second-hand clothes
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There goes little man
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There goes another little man
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Now the are lined up in a concrete strip
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You can buy the world with just one trip
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And save a penny cause it's jumbo size
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They don't even realize
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They'er killin' the little man
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Oh the little man
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It wasn't long when I was a child
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An old black man came with his plow
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He broke the ground where we grew our garden
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Back before we'd all forgot about the little man
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The little man
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Long live the little man
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God bless the little man
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Little Man
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Alan Jackson |