Floyd County

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

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

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

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

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

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

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