Lookin' back at my hard luck days
I really do have to laugh
Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars

Spendin' it all on draft
We were hungry hard luck heroes
Tryin' just to stay alive

So we'd go down to the corner grocery
This is how we'd survive.


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Who's gonna steal the peanut butter
I'll get a can of sardines

Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart
Stickin' food in our jeans
We never took more than we could eat

There was plenty left on the racks
We all swore if we ever got rich
We would pay the Mini-Mart back

Yes Sir, yes Sir
We would pay the Mini-Mart back.


It was a two man operation
Had it all down on a note
Ricky would watch the big round mirror

And I'd fill up my coat
Then we'd head for the check-out aisle
With a lemon and a bottle of beer

Into the car got to make it on home
'Cause supper time is gettin' near.


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I guess every good picker has had some hard times

I have had my share
It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now
But I don't wanna go back there

So every now and then when I'm in a grocery
I'll take a little but not much
'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya

And I don't want to lose my touch.

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