Rickety front porch, planes are creaking
But the hound dog by the door keeps sleeping
Old man staring, you walk in
And behind the counter stands Big Jim
He's five feet tall and a little change
Telling stories with a grin on his face
It smells like country ham and cheese
Hot tobacco and kerosene
There's a potbelly stove and checkers by the door
It's a dying breed, the old country store
His homemade fudge, our sea and moon pies
Fishing lures, guns and knives
Camo gear and turkey coals
Carthart coats and overalls
It's a whole lot different than a new quick sack
Cause when you leave they say y'all come back
It smells like country ham and cheese
Hot tobacco and kerosene
There's a potbelly stove and checkers by the door
It's a dying breed, the old country store
If you're ever around these parts, stop in
Cause if you do, you're gonna wanna come back again
There's a radio station playing country
And on Saturday nights they listen to the heartbreak
Tapping to the fiddles on the hardwood floor
It's a dying breed, the old country store
Man, I love the old country store
Yeah!