East Kentucky

East Kentucky, threads of silver,

Down a rusty railroad track.

Dusty highway, take me to Denver,

I will not be comin' back.

To the mountains of Colorado,

Like a bandit I will run.

To the beauty of the mountains,

To undo what she has done.

East Kentucky, threads of silver,

Down a rusty railroad track.

Dusty highway, take me to Denver,

I will not be comin' back.

[Whistling chorus.]

East Kentucky, I knew your daughter,

In the early morning rain.

And in the shadow of the tall pines,

I did love her with no shame.

Now the cold, gray hands of winter,

Lay upon the mountain side.

There's a bluebird seekin' shelter,

She ain't got no place to hide.

She ain't got no place to hide.