dwight yoakam
floyd county
It's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones Yeah, the grief is strong for the man that's gone And at the grave 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 Chorus Though 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 Chorus Now this house in the holler stands empty Though his presence in my memory is plain You know that I'd swear that I just saw him walkin' up that hill I guess this place just won't never be the same Chorus