Farmer Jones ran short on seeds So he borrowed from his neigbor Sam The fall brought Jones a flourishin' crop While his neighbor's all burned brown. Sam had a wife and thirteen kids He worked to feed each day With hungry pride he begged for help And he was turned away. He was forced to sell his farm For half its worth To this man he thought a friend to be If there's not a hell there ought to be. Mary Ann was sweet sixteen Never had been around A child as pure as a mountain stream That ran through her hometown. Then happened by the slick Tom Shark In his hand she was clay She got caught and faced the shame And he laughed and went his way. Now no one knows where she's at Her folks sent her away If there's not a hell there ought to be. Widow Brown worked since Joe died And tried to save her pay To give nine children beans and bread And pretty ties on Sunday. She got sick and slipped behind The rent she had to meet They told her they were sorry And they kicked her out in the street. And that same day they came And took her kids away If there's not a hell there ought to be. Young Billy Brown he took a trip To keep his country free We're all proud of what he done For the good old USA. But somewhere there's a mighty big man Who kept this a goin' on The personal game, wealth and fame They did their league all wrong. All wrapped up in the stars and stripes Bill came home one day If there's not a hell there ought to be. If there's not a hell there ought to be...