The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp

Kenny Rogers - Country, USA
The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp
3 Plays
Duration: 3:12
Lyrics
Corn was dry The weeds were high when Daddy took to drinkin' 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 neighbors 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 dumplings 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 neighbor 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 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Dallas Frazier