When my trophies at last I lay down, and I rise to worlds unseen, I expect my dear old grandmother to greet me at the gate.
She made all us grandkids memorize Trip to Hyden , got out maps, showed us where the disaster was, and made us promise we’d not ever go in those deep dark mines. I did one time stop at Butcher Holler, but that’s as close to Hyden as I got.
This song is about the Hurricane Creek Mine Disaster of December 30, 1970 and every line is a complete masterpiece of hillbilly philosophy.
Tom T at his best, in his days of glory:
If I’m not a good man, I surely cannot blame my folks that raised me up to be.