The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp Songtext
von O.C. Smith

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, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
When daddy took to drinking
Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
Then Momma shed a silent tear
And promised fourteen children
I swear you′ll never see a hungry day

When Momma sacrificed her pride
The neighbors started talking
But we were much too young
To understand the things they said
All we really cared about
Was Momma's chicken dumplings
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed


You know, 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 and destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbor volunteered to lend a helping hand
So just let ′em gossip all they want
She loved us, and she raised us
The proof is standing here a full grown man

Last summer Momma passed away
And left the ones who loved her
Each and every one
Is more than grateful for their birth
And each Sunday she receives a big bouquet
Of fourteen roses
With a card that reads the greatest mom on earth

You know, 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


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