Lyrics

Cabin in the hollow, tea kettle on the cookstove And pickin' on the Cluck Old Hen, Molly and the old man First and only daughter, and when God called her Mom was 27, but two can make a good band How her blue eyes sparkled as his bootheel marked the time Fiddle tunes on the banjo, tell me what else sounds so fine If you gotta go, just make sure you leave a song behind Southern town, 15 years old, football was the main show But us pickers used to gather in a cabin in the hollow His better days behind him, he sat sippin' on the Old Crow While his darling Molly played the hell out of the banjo Same town, a whole new world, now it's me and her and the blue-eyed girl And life is like the old songs, it never drops the tempo Now his cabin's fallen, but the memory's a mansion And you can't get back a loved one, but you can get the spirit dancin' Now her blue eyes sparkle as the baby claps in time Fiddle tunes on the banjo, tell me what else sounds so fine If you gotta go, just make sure you leave a song behind Well, I'm resining up the bow, and it's Molly on the banjo And we're pickin' on the Cluck Old Hen, Molly and this old man And it sounds just like back then, Molly and the old man Cluck old hen, cluck and sing Ain't laid an egg since way last spring Cluck old hen, cluck and squall Ain't laid an egg since way last fall