My Old Kentucky Home

Turpentine, dandelion wine, 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, fire in my head,

Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead

Sister Sue, short and stout, she didn't grow up she grew out

Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind

Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind

Don't let her out much except at night

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

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks lay on the floor

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them bad times away from my door

Brother Gene, he's big and mean, he don't have much to say

He had a little woman that he'd whup each day

But now she's gone away

Got drunk last night kicking Mama down the stairs

A-I'm all right and I don't care

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks lay on the floor

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them bad times away from my door