Lyrics:

Lookin' back at my hard luck days I really do have to laugh Workin' in a dive for twenty-six dollars Spendin' it all on draft We were hungry hard luck heroes Tryin' just to stay alive So we'd go down to the corner grocery This is how we'd survive. [Chorus:] Who's gonna steal the peanut butter I'll get a can of sardines Runnin' up and down the aisles of the Mini-Mart Stickin' food in our jeans We never took more than we could eat There was plenty left on the racks We all swore if we ever got rich We would pay the Mini-Mart back Yes Sir, yes Sir We would pay the Mini-Mart back. It was a two man operation Had it all down on a note Ricky would watch the big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into the car got to make it on home 'Cause supper time is gettin' near. [Chorus] I guess every good picker has had some hard times I have had my share It's really kinda funny to laugh at it now But I don't wanna go back there So every now and then when I'm in a grocery I'll take a little but not much 'Cause you never know when the hard times will hit ya And I don't want to lose my touch. [Chorus]