The Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp

Artist: Merle Haggard (English)
User: coostic.tt
Duration: 112 seconds
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Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading
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to our cabin and above the door there burned a scarlet

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Lamp and late at night a hand would knock and there
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would stand a stranger Yes i'm the son of hickory
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hollars Tramp.


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Well the corn was dry and the weeds were high when
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daddy took to drinkin, him and lucy walker they took
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up and ran away momma cried a tear then she promised
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14 children i swear you'll never see a hungry day.
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when momma sacrificed her pride the neighbors started
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talkin, but i was much too young to understand the
              G       C                        F 
things they said, the thing that mattered most of all
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was momma's chicken n dumplins and that goodnight kiss

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before we went to bed.

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 C                       F            G               C 
when daddy left then destitution came upon our family
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not one neighbor volunteered to give a helpin hand
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so let em gossip all They want she loved us and she
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raised us the truth is standing here a full grown man.
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last summer momma passed away and left the ones who
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loved her, each and everyone is more than greatful for

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their birth, each sunday she recieves a fresh boquet
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of fourteen roses, and a card that reads the greatest
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mom on earth.

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