Floyd County - Dwight Yoakam

Its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones

Yeah, the grief is strong for the man thats gone

And at the grave his woman cries and she moans

cause its 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

Its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones

Yeah, the grief is strong for the man thats gone

And at the grave his woman cries and she moans

cause its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones

Though the world knew nothing of his wisdom

Or the honest and simple things he did

Theres some folks cryin on this hillside today

That know about the humble way he lived

Its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones

Yeah, the grief is strong for the man thats gone

And at the grave his woman cries and she moans

cause its 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 Id swear that I just saw him walkin up that hill

I guess this place just wont never be the same

Its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones

Yeah, the grief is strong for the man thats gone

And at the grave his woman cries and she moans

cause its a sad day in floyd county, mr.

jones