On Sunday when the church bells start ringing. They're ringing for you and for me. Let's all gather round at the altar. And pray that our souls may be free.
It's mighty dark for me to travel. For my sweetheart, she is gone. Road is rough and filled with gravel. But I must journey on and on. . To me she was a little angel.
Back in the days of my childhood. In the evening when everything was still. I used to sit and listen to the foxhounds. With my dad in the old Kentucky hills.
I'm going back to old Kentucky. There to see my Linda Lou. I'm going back to old Kentucky. Where the skies are always blue. . When I left old Kentucky.
I'm begging to you and I want to go with you. You're breaking my heart as you say goodbye. I hope and I pray we'll soon be together. My heart is so full, it's hard not to cry.