About The Song
Kenny Rogers, a name synonymous with country music’s golden era, gifted us with countless timeless classics. Among these treasures is the heartfelt ballad, “The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp”. Released in [year], this song offers a poignant glimpse into the life of a man deeply rooted in his family history and the challenges he faces in forging his own path.
The title itself, “The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp”, paints a vivid picture of a character burdened by his father’s reputation. Hickory Holler, a seemingly humble place, is imbued with a sense of mystery and intrigue. The “tramp” suggests a wandering, unsettled lifestyle, perhaps one marked by hardship. This evocative title immediately captures our attention and invites us to delve deeper into the narrative.
Rogers’ velvety baritone voice is the perfect vehicle for conveying the song’s emotional depth. As he sings, we can almost feel the weight of the protagonist’s experiences. The lyrics, skillfully weave together themes of family, identity, and the search for meaning. The protagonist grapples with the legacy he has inherited and the desire to break free from the constraints of his past.
Musically, the song is a masterclass in traditional country storytelling. The instrumentation, featuring [instruments], creates a warm and nostalgic atmosphere. The melody is both haunting and memorable, staying with the listener long after the final note fades. The arrangement perfectly complements the lyrics, underscoring the emotional journey of the protagonist.
“The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp” is more than just a song; it’s a testament to the enduring power of country music. Through Rogers’ heartfelt performance and the evocative storytelling, we are transported to a simpler time and place. The song resonates with listeners on a deep level, inviting us to reflect on our own relationships with our families and our place in the world.
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… Corn was dry the weeds were high whenDaddy took to drinkin’Then him and Lucy WalkerThey took up and run awayMama cried a tear and thenShe promised fourteen childrenI swear you’ll never see a hungry day… When Mama sacrificed her prideThe neighbors started talkingBut I was much too young toUnderstand a thing they saidThe things that mattered most ofAll was Mama’s chicken dumplingsAnd a goodnight kiss before we went to bed… Oh, the path was deep and wideFrom footsteps leading to our cabinAbove the door there burned a scarlet lampAnd late at nightA hand would knock and thereWould stand a strangerYes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp… When Daddy left and destitutionCame upon our familyNot one neighbor volunteered toGive a helping handSo let ’em gossip all they wantShe loved us and she raised usThe proof is standing here a full grown man… Last summer Mama passed awayAnd left the ones who loved herEach and every one was moreThan grateful for their birthEach Sunday she receives a freshBouquet of fourteen rosesAnd a card that says“The greatest Mom on earth”… Oh, the path was deep and wideFrom footsteps leading to our cabinAbove the door there burned a scarlet lampAnd late at nightA hand would knock and thereWould stand a strangerYes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp… Oh, the path was deep and wideFrom footsteps leading to our cabinAbove the door there burned a scarlet lampAnd late at nightA hand would knock and thereWould stand a strangerYes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp… Oh, the path was deep and wideFrom footsteps leading to our cabinAbove the door there burned a scarlet lampAnd late at nightA hand would knock and thereWould stand a strangerYes, I’m the son of Hickory Holler’s tramp