Just a tiny town it is, the sign is a simple rock
We had seen Loretta Lynn's home in Tennessee
And now we wanted to see where she was born
It was exciting to Randy and to me.
The road was narrow as we drove up a hill
We had parked our trailer in a campground
A mission we planned so happy we were
That Butcher Holler in Kentucky we found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem