My Old Kentucky Home

Turpentine, dandelion wine

Turned the corner and I'm doin' 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 bein' 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 whoop each day

But now she's gone away

Got drunk last night kickin' mama down the stairs

And 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