Kenneth Ray Rogers (August 21, 1938 – March 20, 2020) was a prolific American country music singer, songwriter, actor, record producer, businessman, and entrepreneur. Kenny Rogers graduated from Jefferson Davis High School in Houston. He was elected to the Country Music Hall of Fame in 2013. Though he was most successful with country audiences, Rogers charted more than 120 hit singles across various music genres, topped the country and pop album charts for more than 200 individual weeks in the United States alone
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Son of Hickory Holler's Tramp 2/4 Kenny Rogers Standard Tuning No Capo Transcribed by Ken Lee Corrections or comments to [email protected] / D / / G / D The / corn was dry, the / weeds were high when / Daddy took to / drinkin' / D / / G / A7 When / him and Lucy / Walker, they took / up and run a - / way. D / / G / D Mama cried a / tear and then she / promised fourteen / children, / G / A7 / D "I / swear you'll never / see a hungry / day."
Chorus:
/ D / / G / D Oh, the / path was deep and / wide, from footsteps / leading to our / cabin, / G / A7 / D A - / bove the door there / burned a scarlet / lamp, and D / / G / D Late at night, a / hand would knock and / there would stand a / stranger, G / A7 / D I'm the son of / Hick'ry Holler's / tramp.
D / / G / D Mama sacri - / ficed her pride, and / neighbors started / talkin', / D / / G / A7 But / I was much too / young to under - / stand the things they / said, / D / / G / D The / things that mattered / most of all was / Mama's chicken / dumplin's, and / G / A7 / D A / goodnight kiss be- / fore we went to / bed.
/ D / / G / D When / Daddy left, and / destitution / came upon our / fam'ly, D / / G / A7 Not one neighbor / volunteered to / give a helpin' / hand, / D / / G / D So / let 'em gossip / all they want; she / loved us and she / raised us. / G / A7 / D The / proof is standing / here, a full grown / man.
/ D / / G / D Last / summer Mama / passed away and / left the ones who / loved her, D / / G / A7 Each and ev'ry / one is more than / grateful for his / birth, / D / / G / G Each / Sunday she receives a / fresh bou - / quet of fourteen / roses, and / G / A7 / D A / card that says, " To the / greatest Mom on / earth."