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    Merle Haggard
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    The Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp

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      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 to 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 talkin'
      But I was much too young to understand the things they said
      The thing that mattered most of all was Mama's chicken dumplings
      And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed

      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

      When Daddy left then destitution came upon our family
      Not one neighbor volunteered to give a helping hand
      So let them gossip all they want, she loved us and she raised us
      The truth is standing here, the full grown man

      Last summer Mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
      Each and every one is more than grateful for their birth
      Each Sunday she receives the fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
      And a card that reads, 'The greatest Mom on earth'

      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

      Yeah, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp

      SONGWRITERS:
      FRAZIER, DALLAS
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