Lee in the Mountains

Doing the Lord's Work by Saving the White Race

Save a penny, cause it is Super Sized.

Now that Whites are in the plunge to Hell, it is far past time to return to the Old Paths.

Little Man

I remember walkin round the court square sidewalks
Lookin in the windows at things I couldn’t want
There’s Johnson’s Hardware and Morgan’s Jewelry
And the ol’ Lee King’s Apothecary
They were the little man
The little man

I go back now and the stores are empty
Except an old Coke sign dated 1950
Boarded up like they never existed
Or renovated and called historic districts
There goes the little man
There goes the little man

Now the court square’s just a set of streets
That people go around but they seldom think
‘Bout the little man who built this town
Before the big money shut ’em down
And killed the little
Oh the little man

He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
One cold rainy night he fixed your flat
New store came where you do it yourself
You buy lotto ticket and food off the shelf
Forget the little man
Forget about that little man

He hung on there for a few more years
But he couldn’t sell slurpees
And he wouldn’t sell beer
Now the bank rents the station to a man down the road
And they sell velvet Elvis and secondhand clothes
There goes the little man
There goes another little man


Now the stores are lined up in a concrete strip
You can buy the whole world with just one trip
Ya save a penny ’cause it’s jumbo size
They don’t even realize they’re killin the little man
Oh the little man


It wasn’t long ago when I was a child
An old black man came with his mule and his plow
He broke the ground where we grew our garden
Back before we’d all forgotten
‘Bout the little man
The little man
Long live the little man
God bless the little man

One response to “Save a penny, cause it is Super Sized.

  1. macdonald March 21, 2009 at 7:09 pm

    First of all, thanx for maintaining your blog, it is truly a great one, and I for one am glad there are others out there like me. Secondly, the lyrics of Alan Jacksons song are so true. I’m 45, and I can say this is NOT the same country I was born in. I would love to re-visit those days. Now all I have, instead of good memories, is a big fat burden on my back by all the wrong I see everywhere I look. I long for the day when we all will arise to change it back again.

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