Over The Hill To The Poor House
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1. Oh how can it be they have driven
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Their father so helpless and old
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Oh God may their crimes be forgiven
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To perish out here in the cold
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Chorus:
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I'm old I'm helpless and feeble
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And the days of my youth have gone by
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And it's over the hill to the poor house
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I must wander alone there to die
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2. Long years since Mary was taken
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My faithful affectionate wife
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Since then I've been alone and forsaken
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The light has died out of my life
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Chorus:
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3. I gave them the house they were born in
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A deed to the farm and more
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I gave them the place that they lived on
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And now I am turned from its door
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4. Oh me on the doorstep up yonder
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I've set with my babe's on my knee
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No father so happy or fonder
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Than I of my little ones three
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Over the Hills to the Poor House
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| Flatt and Scruggs |
