My Old Kentucky Home

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[Verse 1]
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Turpentine and dandelion wine,
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I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine.
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Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line;
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Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine.
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Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head,
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Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead.

[Verse 2]
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Sister Sue is short and stout,
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She didn't grow up, she grew out.
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Momma says she's plain, but she's just being kind.
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Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind.
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Don't let her out much except at night.
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But I don't care 'cause I'm all right.

[Chorus]
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Young folks roll on the floor.
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Keep them hard times away from my door.

[Verse 3]
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Brother Gene is big and mean,
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And he don't have much to say.
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He had a little woman who he whooped each day,
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But now she's gone away.
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Got drunk last night, kicked momma down the stairs,
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But I'm all right, so I don't care.

[Chorus]
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Young folks roll on the floor.
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Keep them hard times away from my door.

[Verse 4]
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Turpentine and dandelion wine,
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I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine.
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Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line;
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Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine.
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Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head,
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Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead.

[Chorus]
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Young folks roll on the floor.
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Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
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Keep them hard times away from my door.

[Outro]
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Keep them hard times away from my door