Grandma handed me the key
and watched me
walking the dusty road
to where Miss Mabel's house stood
dragging a stick, stirring up dust
wished it would rain
I'd be in luck
jumping in puddles
just like a duck
Miss Mabel's house wasn't a house
sometime it was a store
sometime it was the post office
it was a lot more
but it's not there anymore
needles and pins
and candy in bins
cold soda on a hot day
3 cents a bottle
bring back the bottle
Daydream my way back
to what was more than a shack
the wonder it held
a palace not a store
but it's not there anymore
Miss Mabel's house wasn't a house
sometime it was a store
sometime it was the post office
it was a lot more
but it's not there anymore
needles and pins
and candy in bins
cold soda on a hot day
3 cents a bottle
bring back the bottle
Daydream my way back
to what was more than a shack
the wonder it held
a palace not a store
but it's not there anymore
