Lyrics:

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