Early in the mornin'...
When night gives way to the day,
You can hear someone cryin' up in that holler...
That's when Mama gits on her knees to pray.
You see...it was two year and some when this stranger came to town,
some say he was a no good poker stud...a "son of a gun", even claimed to wore a crown.
Then one day Ol' Jack Barnes caught him stealin' some bread,
he shot that stranger, in the mud....right in the back of the head.
Folks heard he had some kin in them hills... just outside of town.
Papa searched them hollers for days and nights...
Up one another and down...
all he found thar' was a note, and a doll laying next to a rusty ol' crown...
Papa read the note -"Daddy I knowed that you loved me and did the best you could...but I got cold and hungry and went to find my way out of the wood"...
Now when the winds blow through those dark cold hollers,
Mama holds that doll and crown and begins to cry...
praying for that man...
and his baby girl from just outside our town,
hungry and cold was they...
and much too young to die.
Gregory Sexton
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