Lyrics:

Wagon load l trouble
Big steep hill to climb
Honey, she done left me
An I ain't got a dime

Chorus:
Keep Hubbin' it, Hubbin' it, son
It's your wagon load
Keep right on Hubbin' it
Down that lonesome road.

How's the world treat ya?
Made your fortune yet?
World ain't been treatin' 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' that's where I come in.

Chorus

I've pulled tons o' cotton
I've hoed fields o' corn
Guess I'll be Hubbin' it
Till Gabriel blow his horn.