Country Store
words and music by Tim Noah © 1989

I was walkin’ down the road
With a nickel in my hand
Goin’ to the country store
Me n’ my dog
And we were kickin’ a can
Goin’ to the country store

Singin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
We’re goin’ to the country store
My ol’ dog Fiddles and me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well, I was walkin’ down the road
I met my friend named Bob
He asked me, “What’cha
Walkin down the road for?”
Fiddley diddley diddley dee
I said, “I’m goin’ to the country store”

Well, Bob said,
“Would you help me do my chores
So I can go to the store?”
Fiddley diddley diddley dee
“Well”, I decided, “Sure!”

Walkin’ down the road
With a nickel in my hand
Goin’ to the country store
Me n’ Bob and we were kickin’ a can
Goin’ to the country store

SIngin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
Goin’ to the country store
My dog Fiddles, Bob n’ me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well the store was still three miles away
And I mean it was a red-hot-
Fry-an-egg-on-your-forehead kind of day
So after awhile we started slowin’ way down
Our feet were draggin’ on the ground
When…

Here come Jim, right along side
Grinnin’ and ridin’ his bike
Jim said, “Hey, would you like a ride
Or would you rather hike?”

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
Me n’ Bob saw stars
Bob on the fender, Jim on the seat
And me on the handlebars

Singin’ fiddley diddley diddley dee
Goin’ to the country store
Fiddles, Bob, Jim n’ me
We’re goin’ to the country store

Well, everything was goin’ just fine until
We cam to the notorious Kaddywompas Hill
I didn’t see anyway in the world
We could make it up a hill that size
Until I turned around and looked
At the look in my friend Jim’s eyes
And I heard him say…
“We can make it, no sweat!”

Well, he had such determination in his voice
And in his eyes, I began to believe him
And he started breathin’ real hard
Seemed to make a difference
So I did it too
Then I heard Bob on the back Fender
And ol’ Fiddles

When we finally reached the very top
It was just as steep goin’
Down the other side
As it had been comin’ up
It looked mighty scary
But at last we could see
The Kaddywompas Country Store
Just as purdy as could be
And we started pickin’ up speed

We were goin’ 25 miles an hour…35…
Goin’ 45 miles an hour and I turned around
And hollered, “Hey, Jim! Hit the brakes!”
Goin’ 55 when Jim shouted
“Brakes? What brakes?”
Goin’ faster and faster and… Whoa!
Goin’ lickety split
Down the Kaddywompas hill…

We each did six somersaults
Fourteen cartwheels, thirty-two flip-flops
And ninety-nine what’-cha-ma’-calls-it’s
We picked ourselves up
Dusted ourselves off
And walked into the store

Well, when I walked in the store
With a nickel in my hand
I met Sally and Merrilee
They said, “Hi, how ya’ all doin’?”
Friendly as they could be

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
There at the country store
Fiddles, Bob, Jim, Sally, Merrilee n’ me
There at the country store

Now, the way the song stops
And the story ends
I was in kind of a pickle
Cause as it turned out
Amongst all my friends
I was the only one with a nickel

Fiddley diddley diddley dee
There at the country store
And they all tried to get next to me
There at the country store

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