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Kenny Rogers

Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp

 

Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp

(album: Kenny Rogers - 1977)


The corn was dry, the weeds were high when Daddy took to drinking
Then him and Lucy Walker, they took up and run away
Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
I swear you'll never see a hungry day.

When mama sacrificed her pride the neighbours started talking
But I was much too young to understand a thing they said
The things that mattered most of all was Mama's chicken dumplin's
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed.

Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp.

When daddy left and destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbour volunteered to give a helping hand
So let 'em gossip all they want, she loved us and she raised us
The proof is standing here, a full grown man.

Last summer Mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
Each and every one was more than grateful for their birth
Each Sunday she receives a fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
And a card that says The greatest Mom on earth.

Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp.

Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp.

Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet...

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