Lyrics:

1968
Performer O.C. Smith
Title The son of Hickory Holler's tramp
Lyrictext

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 forteen children
'I swear you'll never see a hungry day'

When momma sacrificed her pride
The neighbours 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

Oh, 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 neighbour 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'

Oh, 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, hey, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp