Oh, the path was deep and wide
from footsteps leading to our cabin
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
Oh, the path was deep and wide from
footsteps leading to our cabin
And late at night a hand would knock
and there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory
When Daddy left then destitution
Not one neighbor volunteered
So let them gossip all they want,
she loved us and she raised us
The truth is standing here,
Last summer Mama passed away
and left the ones who loved her
Each and every one is more than
Each Sunday she receives the fresh
bouquet of fourteen roses
'The greatest Mom on earth'
Oh, the path was deep and wide from
footsteps leading to our cabin
And late at night a hand would knock and
there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory
