Old Kentucky Home

Turpentine and dandelion wine

I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head

Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead



Sister Sue, she's short and stout

She didn't grow up, she grew out

Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind

Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind

Don't let her out much 'ccept at night

Well I don't care 'cause I'm all right



Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks roll on the floor

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door



Brother Gene, he's big and mean

And he don't have much to say

He had a little woman who he whipped each day

But now she's gone away

Got drunk last night kicked mama down the stairs

But I'm all right so I don't care



Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks roll on the floor

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door



Turpentine and dandelion wine

I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head

Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead