Sycamore Hollow - Various Artists

It was down by the forked stream

Out in Sycamore Holler

I went down in my best of dress

To take her from her father

With hair down to her waist

The color of strawberries

Down by the forked stream

By night fall we would marry

I sure love the farmer's daughter

Back in Sycamore Holler

On a horse seventeen hands high

He rode in Sherman's army

To Atlanta town against her will

He took my woman from me

Well I grabbed my knife and

Both of my guns

In a loud voice I did call her

Upon a lightning horse I swore once more

As I left Sycamore Holler

I will bring the farmer's daughter

Back to Sycamore Holler

It was down by the river's edge

I see the campfire flicker

Four dead men lay behind

As I leave that campsite with her

Now our children play in a forked stream

Out in Sycamore Holler

With a boy like me and a girl like her

We'll always be together

I sure love the farmer's daughter

Back in Sycamore Holler