Floyd County

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

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

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

Instrumental

Now this house in the holler stands empty

Though his presence in my memory is plain

You know that I'd swear that

I just saw him walkin' up that hill

I guess this place just won't never be the same

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...