| Oh, the path was deep and wide
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| With footsteps leading into 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
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| And there would stand a stranger
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| Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp
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| Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
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| When daddy took to drinking
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| Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
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| Then Momma shed a silent tear
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| And promised fourteen children
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| «I swear you’ll never see a hungry day»
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| When Momma sacrificed her pride
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| The neighbors started talking
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| But we were much too young
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| To understand the things they said
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| All we really cared about
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| Was Momma’s chicken dumplings
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| And a goodnight kiss
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| Before we went to bed
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| Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
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| With footsteps leading into 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
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| 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 and destitution
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| Came upon our family
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| Not one neighbor volunteered
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| To lend a helping hand
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| So just let 'em gossip all they want
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| She loved us, and she raised us
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| The proof is standing here
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| A full grown man
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| Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
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| With footsteps leading into 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
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| And there would stand a stranger
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| Yes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp |