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

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."