Holly Grove Lyrics & Chords By The Whiskey Gentry

You and I were young, all dirt and busted knees Our secret place was Holly Grove hidden by the trees One day we were walking we felt eyes upon our backs A man was wandering through our woods following our tracks Swing low, swing low, he hummed the old hymn softly as he watched us in the snow Stay low, stay low, maybe he won't see us if we leave from Holly Grove Your Ma was in the kitchen on that??? November day, I called in from the front porch door asking you to play Then she lost her color and her face went all see through, she told me Bobby isnt here I thought he was with you Oh no, oh no, where is my little boy where would he go I don't know, don't know There was a strange man walking through the fields at Holly Grove The cops they all went looking for, they didn't have much time, they caught him out in Texas would it link him to the crime? They said as he was leaving jail they overheard him say, "if you wanna find him ask his girlfriend where they play" High and low, and low, Searching for that little boy wherever he would go But no, no No one came to ask me where we played in holy groove The days turned into months and then the months turned into years The things that no one mentioned have become our biggest fears One day they cut down the groove and built a factory, they found him in our favorite spot, hidden by the tree. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, Coming For To Carry Me Home,...