A  story in song form that tells about Mom asking me to "go to the store" from time to time as a kid, to get a thing or two on my bicycle.  This time was more of an adventure.

Can You Go To The Store

Well I was born and raised in a little town
knew all my neighbors and the people around
you could play in the streets even late at night
or go for a ride just hop on your bike

didn't have a t.v. in ev-er-y room
it only got three stations some days only two
we never missed what we didn't have
we had what we needed there was little doubt

Mama started supper most ev-er-y night
ate a lot of things she would make from scratch
with flour and sugar, milk and cream
Mama made most ever'thing we would eat

at times we would run out of a thing or two
like a loaf a' bread and dad's favorite chew
and mama would say son we need this tonight
now hop on your bike and get right back

She'd say son...........................................
Can you go to the store............................
She'd say son............................................
Can you go to the store............................

now don't dilly dally, do just what I said
put these quarters in  your pocket for the chew and the bread
go straight to the store and come straight back
got to cook this supper, ain't got all night

so I hopped on my bike, rode fast as I could
got that loaf of bread and dad's favorite chew
had a dime left over got some candy too
but thought I'd try some of dad's new chew

now the old store owner got to talking too
wanted to tell me about a thing or two
how he and his wife would fuss and fight
how she didn't care if he lived or died

I said man, I gotta go, it's getting late
I'd like to keep talking but I just can't stay
gotta get on back, gotta get on my way
if I stay much longer, I'll have heck to pay

so I hopped on my bike, it was getting dark
my legs were aching, I was pad-del-lin hard
my clothes soaking wet from sweating through
then I hit a bump and I swallowed my chew

it tasted like nothing that I ever had
my whole darn face turned a fiery red
my eyes glazed over way back in my head
I couldn't see nothing, I thought I was dead

then I fell over, laid down on the ground
my head was a spinnin' like a merry-go-round
laid there a' moaning and groaning so bad
rolling over and over and I smashed the bread

as I came to my senses and I slowly sat up
a' wobblin' and a bobblin', trying to stand back up
got back on my bike, only two blocks to go
I knew I could make it but I had to go slow

as I came in the door with the bread in my hand
it was all smashed up like a smashed tin can
I was soaking wet, my clothes soaked through
Mama looked at my chin and said "What is that drool?"

then dad chimed in, he said something too
said "Hoped you remembered to get my chew?"
I said I had it in my pocket, that's all I know
must have fell out somewhere way back on the road

Mama shook her head and she said son...............
Can you go to the store......................................
She'd say son...................................................
Can you go to the store.......................................

now don't dilly dally, do just what I said
put these quarters in your pocket for the chew and the bread
she say son, you know, we need it tonight
now hop on  your bike and get right back!!

She'd say son..........................................................
Can you go to the store.......................................
She'd say son......................................................
Can you go to the store............................................
She'd say son.......................................................
Can you go to the store.............................................

(music stops here and last line is just spoken dramatically)

and don't chew no dang tobacco on the way back.