Over the Hill to the Poorhouse
Lester Flatt/Earl Scruggs

Oh how can it be they have driven
Their father so helpless and old,
God can their crimes be forgiven,
To bear us out here in the cold?

CHORUS: I'm old, I'm helpless, I'm feeble
And the days of my youth have gone by
And over the hills to the poorhouse,
I must wander alone there to die.

Long years since my Mary was taken,
My faithful, affectionate wife.
Since then I've been alone and forsaken,
The light has died out of my life.

CHORUS

I gave them the house they were born in
The deed to the barn and more
I gave them the place that they lived in
And now I am turned from its door

CHORUS

Oh me, on the doorstep of yonder,
I said to my babes on my knee
No father so happy or fonder
Than I of my little ones three

CHORUS