Oh, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Late at night, hand would knock,
and there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hilary Hollis
Yeah, the weeds were high,
and Daddy took to drinkin'
Then Mama shed a silent tear
and promised fourteen children
When Mama sacrificed her pride
and neighbors started talking
to understand the things they said
All we really cared about
was mama's cheek and dumb pants
And a good night kiss before we
Oh, the path was deep and wide,
footsteps leading to our cabin
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
With some concern a hickory hauler's
Destitution came upon our family
Not one neighbor volunteered
So just let them gossip all they want
She loved us and she raised us
Last summer, Mama passed away
and left the ones who loved her.
Each and every one is more than
grateful for their birth.
Each Sunday she receives a big
bouquet of fourteen roses
with a card that reads to the
Greatest Mother on Earth.
Well, path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
And burn the scarlet lamp
And there would stand a stranger
Well, the path was deep and wide,
from footsteps leading to our cabin.
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