I was born in a mill shack up Spout Springs holler
Where the Feese Brothers sawed timber to make a dollar
They would move to a stand of timber and then
Construct mill shacks for the families to live in.

They'd live in the mill shacks till the timber was gone
Then move to another stand and so on and on
Life was hard for these hardy men
But they did what they did again and again

It was in such a shack that I was born
It happened in August one damp, dewy morn
The year was nineteen forty five
On the twenty ninth day did I arrive

They said the news spread fast in the logging camp
That I had arrived by light from a lamp
My Aunt Mattie was there to help mom and then
She carried me out to show all the men

Not long after I came to be
We moved to the quaint little town of Knifley
It was a bustling metropolis then
A wonderful place for us to live in

A movie theater, pool rooms and feed store
Groceries and restaurants, churches and more
A small town to live in, my we were so lucky
To now have a home in Knifley, Kentucky

My memories of Knifley are precious to me
We lived there from forty six to nineteen fifty
Though but a small child in my early years
I remember we left in sorrow amidst many tears

To Columbia we moved, I remember it well
I was a young lad of five with stories to tell
Many stories of Knifley through the eyes of a child
And later as a young man when we were so wild

Maybe some day these stories I'll tell
Perhaps in a book I may try to sell
But no matter what they happen to be
There'll be nothing but good things about KNIFLEY!