Old Kentucky Home Lyrics - Triangle - Beau Brummels

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