Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room She Wore Red Dresses lyrics

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

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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

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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

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