The Beau Brummels - Old Kentucky Home lyrics

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 this gun of mine I got a fire in the belly and a fire in my head Goin' higher and higher till I'm dead Sister Sue, short and stout And she didn't grow up, she grew out Papa says she's plain but she's just bein' kind Mama says she's pretty but she's almost blind And they don't let her out much 'cept at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks roll on the floor The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times a way from my door Brother Gene, he's big and mean And he didn't have much to say He had a little woman that he whupped each day And now she's gone away He got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs I'm all right, I don't care The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks roll on the floor The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times a way from my door