MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
Randy Newman 


Turpentine and dandelion wine 
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine 
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line 
Pickin' em off with my gun of mine 
I got a fire in my belly 
And a fire in my head 
Goin' higher and higher 
Until I'm dead 

Sister Sue, she's short and stout 
She didn't grow up - she grew out 
Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind 
Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind 
Don't let her out much 'cept at night 
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right 

Oh, the sun shines bright on 
My Old Kentucky Home 
And the young folks roll on the floor 
Oh, the sun shines bright on 
My Old Kentucky Home 
Keep them hard times away from my door 

Brother Gene, he's big and mean 
And he don't have much to say 
He had a little woman who he whupped each day 
But now she's gone away 
He got drunk last night 
Kicked mama down the stairs 
But I'm all right so I don't care

Oh, the sun shines bright on 
My Old Kentucky Home 
And the young folks roll on the floor 
Oh, the sun shines bright on 
My Old Kentucky Home 
Keep them hard times away from my door 



(Contributed by Nancy - July 2003)