Hubbin' It Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Wagon load trouble
Big steep hill to climb
Honey, she done left me
And 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 (happy now)

How′s the world treatin′ ya
Made your fortune yet (no, not yet)
World ain't been treatin′ me
I pay for what I get

Keep hubbin' it, hubbin′ it, son
It's your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin′ it
Down that lonesome road


Some folks born to lose
And some folks born to win
Some folks born to hub it
And that's where I come in

Keep hubbin' it, hubbin′ it, son
It′s your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it
Down that lonesome road

I′ve pulled tons o' cotton
I′ve hoed fields o' corn
Guess I′ll be hubbin' it
Till Gabriel blows his horn

Keep hubbin' it, hubbin′ it, son
It′s your wagon load
Keep right on hubbin' it
Down that lonesome road
Down that lonesome road