Born in the valley. And raised in the trees. Of Western Kentucky. On wobbly knees. . With mama beside you. To help you along. You'll soon be a-growin' up strong.
Run, run, run for the roses. Quicker it opens, the sooner it closes. Man, oh, man, oh, friend of mine. All good things in all good time. . Reach for the sun, catch hold of the moon.