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Kenny Rogers – Son Of Hickory Holler’s Tramp

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Kenny Rogers’ 1977 hit, “Son Of Hickory Holler’s Tramp,” isn’t your typical country ballad about love and loss. It delves into a darker side of life, exploring themes of poverty, desperation, and the sacrifices a mother makes for her children.

A Songwriter’s Vision: Written by Dallas Frazier, a prolific country songwriter, the song predates Rogers’ recording by nearly a decade. It had versions by Johnny Darrell and O.C. Smith before finding its way into Rogers’ repertoire.

A Heartbreaking Story: The song tells the tragic story of a woman in Hickory Holler, a presumably impoverished rural area. With fourteen children to support and a worthless, alcoholic husband, she resorts to prostitution to keep her family afloat. Lines like “She’d sell her soul to buy a loaf of bread” paint a stark picture of desperation.

The Power of Maternal Love: Despite her circumstances, the mother’s love for her children shines through. The song emphasizes her sacrifice, suggesting she would do anything to provide for them. Lines like “She prayed for strength to face another day” evoke a sense of resilience and unwavering devotion.

Rogers’ Signature Delivery: Kenny Rogers, known for his smooth baritone and ability to convey emotion, delivers a powerful vocal performance. He captures the despair of the situation without resorting to melodrama. His nuanced delivery allows the story to unfold naturally, drawing the listener into the heart of the song.

A Social Commentary: “Son Of Hickory Holler’s Tramp” goes beyond a personal story. It acts as a social commentary on poverty, desperation, and the lack of options faced by women in such situations. The song doesn’t offer easy answers, but it compels the listener to reflect on the harsh realities of life for some.

A Lasting Impact: “Son Of Hickory Holler’s Tramp” remains a powerful song in Kenny Rogers’ catalog. While not as commercially successful as some of his other hits, it showcases his ability to tackle difficult subjects with empathy and sincerity. The song continues to resonate with listeners who appreciate a well-crafted story and a poignant portrayal of the human condition.Picture background

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Lyrics: “Son Of Hickory Holler’s Tramp”

 

The corn was dry, the weeds were high when Daddy took to drinkin’
Then him and Lucy Walker, they took up and run 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 neighbours started talkin’
But I was much too young to understand a thing they said
The things that mattered most of all was Mama’s chicken dumplin’s
And a goodnight kiss before we went to bed.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.

When daddy left and destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbour volunteered to give a helpin’ hand
So let ’em gossip all they want, she loved us and she raised us
The proof is standin’ here, a full grown man.

Last summer Mama passed away and left the ones who loved her
Each and every one was more than grateful for their birth
Each Sunday she receives a fresh bouquet of fourteen roses
And a card that says The greatest Mom on earth.

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.

Oh, the path was deep and wide from footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet…

 

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