Song | Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp |
Artist | Merle Haggard |
Album | Sing Me Back Home |
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SON OF HICKORY HOLLER'S TRAMP | |
(Dallas Frazier) | |
« © '67 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI » | |
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 | |
The corn was dry and the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking | |
Him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran 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 neighbors started talkin' | |
But I was much too young to understand the things they said | |
The thing that mattered most of all was mama's chicken dumplings | |
And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
When daddy left then destitution came upon our family | |
Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helping hand | |
So let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us | |
The proof is standing here the full grown man | |
Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her | |
Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth | |
Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses | |
And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
Yeah I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp |
SON OF HICKORY HOLLER' S TRAMP | |
Dallas Frazier | |
nbsp ' 67 AcuffRose Music, BMI nbsp | |
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 | |
The corn was dry and the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking | |
Him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran 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 neighbors started talkin' | |
But I was much too young to understand the things they said | |
The thing that mattered most of all was mama' s chicken dumplings | |
And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
When daddy left then destitution came upon our family | |
Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helping hand | |
So let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us | |
The proof is standing here the full grown man | |
Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her | |
Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth | |
Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses | |
And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
Yeah I' m the son of Hickory Holler' s tramp |
SON OF HICKORY HOLLER' S TRAMP | |
Dallas Frazier | |
nbsp ' 67 AcuffRose Music, BMI nbsp | |
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 | |
The corn was dry and the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking | |
Him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran 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 neighbors started talkin' | |
But I was much too young to understand the things they said | |
The thing that mattered most of all was mama' s chicken dumplings | |
And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
When daddy left then destitution came upon our family | |
Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helping hand | |
So let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us | |
The proof is standing here the full grown man | |
Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her | |
Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth | |
Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses | |
And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth | |
Oh the path was deep and wide... | |
Yeah I' m the son of Hickory Holler' s tramp |