Lyrics:

Wagon load l trouble**lf** Big steep hill to climb**lf** Honey, she done left me**lf** An I ain&ampapos;t got a dime**lf****lf**Chorus:**lf** Keep Hubbin&ampapos; it, Hubbin&ampapos; it, son**lf** It&ampapos;s your wagon load**lf** Keep right on Hubbin&ampapos; it**lf** Down that lonesome road.**lf****lf** How&ampapos;s the world treat ya?**lf** Made your fortune yet?**lf** World ain&ampapos;t been treatin&ampapos; me,**lf** I pay for what I get.**lf****lf** Chorus**lf****lf** Some folks born to lose**lf** And some folks born to win**lf** Some folks born to hub it**lf** An&ampapos; that&ampapos;s where I come in.**lf****lf** Chorus**lf****lf** I&ampapos;ve pulled tons o&ampapos; cotton**lf** I&ampapos;ve hoed fields o&ampapos; corn**lf** Guess I&ampapos;ll be Hubbin&ampapos; it**lf** Till Gabriel blow his horn.