Old Kentucky Home

Turpentine and dandelion wine

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

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with my 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 'cept at night

But 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 whupped each day

But now she's gone away

He got drunk last night

Kicked mama down the stairs

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