You know that I'd swear that
Though his presence in my memory is plain
And at the grave his woman cries and she moans
I guess this place just won't never be the same
Who fed them with the money
Though the world knew nothing of his wisdom
There's some folks cryin' on this hillside today
The six children he raised are all weepin'
For this soft-spoken mountain man
And at the grave his woman cries and she moans
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
It's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
Now this house in the holler stands empty
That know about the humble way he lived
It's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
And at the grave his woman cries and she moans
Or the honest and simple things he did
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
It's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
And at the grave his woman cries and she moans
Yeah, the grief is strong for the man that's gone
Yeah, the grief is strong for the man that's gone
And the food he could raise with his hands
Yeah, the grief is strong for the man that's gone
'Cause it's a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones
He earned in those black mines
I just saw him walkin' up that hill
