Lyric 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