Albert Erving - Porter Wagoner

On past the Riley Fruit Farm in the country and across the Gundy Hills to Jopin

Holler

An old man lived alone like a prisoner serving I’d never met a man like Albert

Erving

Albert never held a woman or a child you could see that loneliness had drove

him wild

He said I ain’t seen a soul in three long years and down his lonely face came

the tears

His house was filled with logs and cardboard boxes

The boxes sealed the cracks in the wintertime

The floor in Albert’s home was just the earth worn down

Where Albert’s lonely feet had walked around

Everything in Albert’s house was made by hand a picture carved in wood sat on a

stand

Such beauty in a face I’d never seen carved just below the picture the name

Kathleen

Albert held the picture close up to his face said my Kathleen adds beauty to

this place

I asked him who she was then came the tears

He said she’s not real she’s just someone I’ve dreamed of all these years

His house was filled…

Where Albert’s lonely feet had walked around