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Mary Rocap: Music

Corner Market

(Corner Market off of Indian Summer)

written from the memories of living on Lincoln Street, the little store down the street, and the railroad line behind our house.

Got a nickel in my pocket and I'm walking to the store.

I'm scared of the old woman who sits behind the door.

But she's the owner of the market - She got everything I want.

She got lots of good and plenty - Listens to honkey tonk.

I buy me some bazooka, and it's time to head back home.


I could go back by Lincoln Street; got sidewalks its a fact.

But the longer way is better down beside the railroad tracks.

I can hear the engine rumble, lumbering down the line

I'll wave at the conductor and he'll back the whistle whine

Sit down under a shade tree til it's time to head back home. N


ow Momma asks what took so long and where's my cheese and bread?

Don't tell me you forgot 'em - you got cotton in your head.

She sends me out again and tells me don't be slow.

Truth be told I didn't mind the second chance to go

Down to that corner market and to head back home again