Son of Hickory Holler¡¯s Tramp
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O.C. Smith
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Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
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Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
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And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
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Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
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Well the weeds were high, the corn was dry when daddy took to drinking
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Him and Sally Walker they up and they ran away
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Then Mama shed a silent tear and then she promised fourteen children
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I swear you'll never see a hungry day
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When mama sacrificed her pride the neighbours started talking
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But we was much too young to understand the things they said
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All we really cared about was mama's chicken dumplings
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And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed
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Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
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Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
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And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
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Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
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When daddy left then destitution came upon our family
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Not one neighbour volunteered to lend us a helping hand
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So just let them gossip all they want she loved us and she raised us
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The proof is standing here a full grown man
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Last summer mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
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Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth
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Each Sunday she receives a big bouquet of fourteen roses
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And the card that reads the greatest mom on earth
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Well the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
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Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
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And late at night a hand would knock and there would stand a stranger
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Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
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Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp
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Dallas Frazier |