From the recording Famous People and Historical Sites - Samples
A lively tribute to Priddy’s Country Store in Danbury, this song celebrates local flavor, bluegrass tunes, and the sweet, storied roots of purple sweet potatoes. From handmade goods to river views, it’s a musical taste of community, history, and down-home charm.
Lyrics
Purple sweet potatoes stacked high by the door
You’ll find ‘em down in Danbury at Priddy’s Country Store
With handmade soap and pickled beets
Banjo tunes and jelly treats
From river rocks to old wood floors
It’s all about the roots at Priddy’s Store
On Sheppards Mill Road where the Dan runs deep
Past the Moratock ruins where the blacksmiths sleep
There’s a place that time forgot to change
Where purple ‘taters still taste strange
They’re sweet they’re rare and mighty fine
Like a jar of jam or a jug of shine
Purple sweet potatoes the pride of the hills
Next to overalls and granddad’s drills
Buy a bag pick a song sit a spell
The stories and starch got a tale to tell
Old-timey charm and a candy score
It’s purple gold at Priddy’s Store
General Stoneman passed through with speed
But he missed out on the real good feed
Now bluegrass bands play on the porch
While sweet steam rises from a kerosene torch
The jars are lined the shelves are stout
And the ‘taters friend are what it’s all about
Purple sweet potatoes baked or fried
With apple butter sittin’ on the side
From the Yadkin hills to the Dan’s slow pour
There’s magic in them roots at Priddy’s Store
So come for the goods stay for the lore
And leave with a sack of purple sweet galore