Haggard Merle - The Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp, аккорды

Intro: 
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Oh the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading 
         
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to our cabin and above the door there burned a scarlet 
 
 
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Lamp and late at night a hand would knock and there 
                
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would stand a stranger Yes i'm the son of hickory 
          
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hollars Tramp. 
 
 
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Well the corn was dry and the weeds were high when 
 
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daddy took to drinkin, him and lucy walker they took 
             
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up and ran away momma cried a tear then she promised 
      
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14 children i swear you'll never see a hungry day. 
 
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when momma sacrificed her pride the neighbors started 
 
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talkin, but i was much too young to understand the 
              
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things they said, the thing that mattered most of all 
      
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was momma's chicken n dumplins and that goodnight kiss 
    
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before we went to bed. 
 
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when daddy left then destitution came upon our family 
 
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not one neighbor volunteered to give a helpin hand 
 
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so let em gossip all They want she loved us and she 
 
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raised us the truth is standing here a full grown man. 
 
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last summer momma passed away and left the ones who 
 
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loved her, each and everyone is more than greatful for 
 
        
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their birth, each sunday she recieves a fresh boquet 
                 
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of fourteen roses, and a card that reads the greatest 
            
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mom on earth. 
 
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