Floyd County Lyrics

Floyd County

(Dwight Yoakam)

 

 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

 

 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

 

 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

 

 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