Wagon load trouble
Big steep hill to climb
Honey she done left me
An 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’ ya
Made your fortune yet
World ain't been treatin' me
I pay for what I get
Some folks born to lose
And some folks born to win
Some folks born to hub it
An' that's where I come in
I've pulled tons o' cotton
I've hoed fields o' corn
Guess I'll be Hubbin' it
Till Gabriel blows his horn
Down that lonesome road
