Preview White Oak Flats
Old-Time Mountain Song
There's a place in Tennessee, just across the line,
No one ever goes up there, it's too rough a climb,
You won't find the name or place wrote on any map,
Folks down here 'round Shelton's Trace calls it White Oak Flats.
Hazel Taylor was my wife, and I loved her so,
We was married on Shelton's Trace, fifteen years ago,
Now I lie here all alone, wonderin' on the past,
Wonderin' why she left our home to go to White Oak Flats.
I don't know how he looked at her, I don't know what he said,
I don't know what he could have done, to turn poor Hazel's head,
Never in her darkest hour, could she imagine that,
She'd agree to go with him, up to White Oak Flats.
I can see the rocky trail up the mountain side,
I can see poor Hazel, now, lying by his side,
Folks down here still talks about how it come to pass,
Nothing but the...
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