Текст песни Dwight Yoakam - Floyd County
Dwight Yoakam - Floyd County слова песни
(Dwight Yoakam)
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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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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
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:
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
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
Chorus:
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