| The corn was dry and the weeds were high when daddy took to drinking
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| Then him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran away
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| Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
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| I swear you’ll never see a hungry day
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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 the 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 mama sacrificed her pride the neighbors started talkin'
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| But I was much too young to understand the things they said
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| The things that mattered most of all 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…
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| When daddy left then destitution came upon our family
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| Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helping hand
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| So let 'em 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 of us were more than grateful for our birth
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| Now every Sunday she receives a fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
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| With a card that says to the greatest mom on earth
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| Oh the path was deep and wide…
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| Yes I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp |