Farmer Jones ran short on seeds so he borrowed from his neigbor Sam

The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop while his neighbor's all burned brown

Sam had a wife and thirteen kids he worked to feed each day

With hungry pride he begged for help and he was turned away

He was forced to sell his farm for half its worth

To this man he thought a friend to be if there's not a hell there ought to be

Mary Ann was sweet sixteen never had been around

A child as pure as a mountain stream that ran through her hometown

Then happened by the slick Tom Shark in his hand she was clay

She got caught and faced the shame and he laughed and went his way

Now no one knows where she's at her folks sent her away

If there's not a hell there ought to be

Widow Brown worked since Joe died and tried to save her pay

To give nine children beans and bread and pretty ties on Sunday

She got sick and slipped behind the rent she had to meet

They told her they were sorry and they kicked her out in the street

And that same day they came and took her kids away

If there's not a hell there ought to be

Young Billy Brown he took a trip to keep his country free

We're all proud of what he done for the good old USA

But somewhere there's a mighty big man who kept this a goin' on

The personal game wealth and fame they did their league all wrong

All wrapped up in the stars and stripes Bill came home one day

If there's not a hell there ought to be if there's not a hell there ought to be