The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp Merle Haggard
"The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp" by Merle Haggard, released in 1969, is a #Country song that tells the story of a boy raised by a single mother in a struggling environment. Themes of poverty, resilience, and familial bonds are prominent. The narrative highlights the struggles of working-class life, resonating with many listeners. Unique elements include Haggard's storytelling style and heartfelt delivery, contributing to its cultural impact as a reflection of rural American life.
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
The corn was dry and the weeds were high when Daddy took to drinking
Him and Lucy Walker, they took up and ran away
Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
"I swear you'll never see a hungry day."
When Mama sacrificed her pride, the neighbors started talking
But I was much too young to understand the things they said
The thing that mattered most of all was Mama's chicken dumplings
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed
[Chorus]
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
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
[Verse 1]
The corn was dry and the weeds were high when Daddy took to drinking
Him and Lucy Walker, they took up and ran away
Mama cried a tear and then she promised fourteen children
"I swear you'll never see a hungry day."
When Mama sacrificed her pride, the neighbors started talking
But I was much too young to understand the things they said
The thing that mattered most of all was Mama's chicken dumplings
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed
[Chorus]
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
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