Son Of Hickory Holler's Tramp

SON OF HICKORY HOLLER'S TRAMP (Dallas Frazier) « © '67 Acuff-Rose Music, BMI » 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 Yes I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp The corn was dry and the weeds were high when daddy took the drinking Him and Lucy Walker they took up and ran away Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children I swear you'll never see a hungry day When mama sacrificed her pride the neighbors started talkinBut I was much too young to understand the things they said The thing that mattered most of all was mama's chicken dumplings And the goodnight kiss before we went to bed Oh the path was deep and wide...