Kentucky Thunder

Daniel Boone cut his way into Kentucky

Indians call that place the dark and bloody ground

They opened up the wilderness with courage

And celebrated with an ol’ hoe down

I grew up in the shadow of the mountains

Where the creeks ran clear and the nine pound hammer swings

My folks taught me to have pride in ol’ Kentucky

And it wells inside me every time I sing

I hear the sound of horse’s hooves

McCoy-Hatfield mountain feuds

The bluegrass music, that’s Kentucky thunder

I hear the rumble from the mines

Up dark hollers the moon still shines

Sweet Kentucky girls are still the wonder

Lord and when I die, that’s where I want to lie

Until ol’ Gable blows his final number

And it rolls across the sky line

Kentucky thunder

My music carried me far from that ol’ home place

But my roots always ran to that rocky soil

Aw you can take the boy from ol’ Kentucky

But you can’t take Kentucky from the boy

I hear the sound of horse’s hooves

McCoy-Hatfield mountain feuds

The bluegrass music, that’s Kentucky thunder

I hear the rumble from the mines

Up dark hollers the moon still shines

Sweet Kentucky girls are still the wonder

Lord and when I die, that’s where I want to lie

Until ol’ Gable blows his final number

And it rolls across the sky line

Kentucky thunder

Kentucky thunder

Kentucky thunder

Kentucky thunder

Kentucky thunder