Sandy Springs, GA (v2 — template) · Track 7 · middle
Hammond's: The White Box with the String
A warm embrace of Hammond's, the long-running establishment that serves as a beloved meeting place and defines local social geography for generations.
Lyrics
[Intro] There you are again. Behind the glass display case. Smelling of sugar and butter and 1968. Yeah, I remember. [Verse 1] I remember the old place, in the Hammond Exchange. A.J. and Sarah, they wrote the first page. Just a storefront then, a new name on the sign. But it didn't take long for the people to form a line. For a birthday, a Sunday, a Saturday treat. That little spot of comfort on a busy street. [Chorus] It was always the white box, tied up with a string. The sweet, heavy promise of the joy it would bring. You carried the milestones, the big and the small. Hammond's, you were the backdrop for it all. You knew our orders, you knew our names. A quiet little constant in a world of change. [Verse 2] Then came 1991, a turning of the page. Michael and Brenda took center stage. And they kept the promise, they kept the light on. Kept the petit fours perfect from dusk until dawn. That key lime pie, sharp and sweet and cool. Still breaking every single diet rule. [Chorus] It was always the white box, tied up with a string. The sweet, heavy promise of the joy it would bring. You carried the milestones, the big and the small. Hammond's, you were the backdrop for it all. You knew our orders, you knew our names. A quiet little constant in a world of change. [Bridge] Two thousand and eight. We heard you had to move. A tough decision, something to prove. And we held our breath, driving down Johnson Ferry. Wondering if the soul of a place could carry. But we opened the door… and there it was. The same warm air, just because. It wasn't the walls. It was never the floor. It was the feeling you get walking through the door. [Chorus] And it's still the white box, tied up with a string. The sweet, heavy promise of the joy it will bring. You carry the milestones, the big and the small. Hammond's, you're still the backdrop for it all. You know our orders, you know our names. The quiet little constant that always remains. [Outro] Yeah, there you are again. Behind the glass. I'll take a small one. Something to make the memory last.