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Wagon load of trouble, big steep hill to climb
Honey she done left me and I ain't got a dime
Keep hubbin' it, hubbin' it, son, it's your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it down that lonesome road
How's the world treatin' you, made your fortune yet?
The world ain't been treatin' me, I paid for what I get
Keep hubbin' it, hubbin' it, son, it's your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it down that lonesome road
Some folks born to lose and some folks born to win
Some folks born to hub it and that's where I come in
Keep hubbin' it, hubbin' it, son, it's your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it down that lonesome road
I've pulled tons of cotton, I've hoed fields of corn
Yes, I'll be hubbin' it 'til Gabriel blows his horn
Keep hubbin' it, hubbin' it, son, it's your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it down that lonesome road
Down that lonesome road