If There's Not a Hell (There Ought to Be)
Farmer Jones ran short on seeds
So he borrowed it from his neigbor Sam
The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop
While his neighbor's all burned brown
Sam had a wife and 13 kids
He worked to feed each day
With hungry pride he begged for help
And he was turned away
He was forced to sell his farm for half its worth
To this man he thought a friend to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Mary Ann was sweet 16
Never had been around
A child as pure as a mountain stream
That ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark
In his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced the shame
And he laughed and went his way
Now no one knows where she's at
Her folks sent her away
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Widow Brown worked since Joe died
And tried to save her pay
To give 9 children beans and bread
And pretty ties on Sunday
She got sick and slipped behind
And the rent she had to meet
They told her they were sorry
And they kicked her out in the street
And that same day
They came and took her kids away
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Young Billy Brown he took a trip
To keep his country free
We're all proud of what he'd done
For the good old USA
But somewhere there's a mighty big man
Who kept this a goin' on
For personal game wealth and fame
They did their legal wrongs
All wrapped up in the stars and stripes
Bill came home one day
If there's not a hell there ought to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
So he borrowed it from his neigbor Sam
The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop
While his neighbor's all burned brown
Sam had a wife and 13 kids
He worked to feed each day
With hungry pride he begged for help
And he was turned away
He was forced to sell his farm for half its worth
To this man he thought a friend to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Mary Ann was sweet 16
Never had been around
A child as pure as a mountain stream
That ran through her hometown
Then happened by the slick Tom Shark
In his hand she was clay
She got caught and faced the shame
And he laughed and went his way
Now no one knows where she's at
Her folks sent her away
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Widow Brown worked since Joe died
And tried to save her pay
To give 9 children beans and bread
And pretty ties on Sunday
She got sick and slipped behind
And the rent she had to meet
They told her they were sorry
And they kicked her out in the street
And that same day
They came and took her kids away
If there's not a hell there ought to be
Young Billy Brown he took a trip
To keep his country free
We're all proud of what he'd done
For the good old USA
But somewhere there's a mighty big man
Who kept this a goin' on
For personal game wealth and fame
They did their legal wrongs
All wrapped up in the stars and stripes
Bill came home one day
If there's not a hell there ought to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
If there's not a hell there ought to be
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Writer(s): Billy Deaton
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