O.C. Smith
Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp
Oh, the path was deep and wide
With footsteps leading into 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
Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
With footsteps leading into 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
Oh, you know, the path was deep and wide
With footsteps leading into 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