Floyd County - Dwight Yoakam

    It's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
    Yeah, the grief is strong for the man that's gone
    And at the grace his woman cries and she moans
    'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones

    The six children he raised are all weepin'
    For this soft-spoken mountain man
    Who fed them with the money he earned in those black mines
    And the food he could raise with his hands

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    Thought the world knew nothing of his wisdom
    Or the honest and simple things he did
    There's some folks cryin' on this hillside today
    That know about the humble way he lived

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    Now this house in the holler stands empty
    Though his presence in my memory is plain
    You know I'd swear that I just saw him walkin' up that hill
    I guess this place just won't never be the same

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