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
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
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
