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 its a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones.
The six children he raised are all weepin',
For this soft-spoken mountain man.
That fed 'em with the money he earned in those black mines,
And the food he could raise with his hands.
'Cause 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 its 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.
'Cause 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 its 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 I'd swear that I just saw him walking up that hill,
I guess this place won't never be the same.
'Cause 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 its a sad day in Floyd County, Mr. Jones.