Raised in a holler
Down the dusty road
Faith is above me
Set in so bold

Barely a stitch
Ragged and worn
No shoes no matter
Sad faced and scorn

Bread and a morsel
Pa in the field
Keep food on the table
Passing the meal

Keeping us strong
Family of eight
Ma is the concrete
Loving no hate

Chores do we plenty
Days long for sure
Tired but kind
Living is pure

We are be it simple
No complaining or whine
Thinking as one
Respectful and kind

So down in the holler
Time moves on slow
Poor is our way
Family is home