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SON OF HICKORY HOLLER'S TRAMP
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Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp
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The 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."
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
I'm the son of Hick'ry Holler's tramp.
Mama sacrificed her pride, and neighbors started talkin'
But I was much too young to understand the things they said
The things that mattered most of all was Mama's chicken dumplin's
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed.
When daddy left, and destitution came upon our fam'ly
Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helpin' hand
So let 'em gossip all they want; she loved us and she raised us.
The proof is standing here, a full grown man.
The things that mattered most of all was
Mama's chicken dumplin's
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed.
When daddy left, and destitution came upon our fam'ly
Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helpin' 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 ev'ry one is more than grateful for his birth
Each Sunday she receives a fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
And a card that says, "The greatest Mom on earth."
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