Kentucky

you are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me

Kentucky

I miss your laurels and your redbud trees

When I die

I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so high

For that is where God will look for me

Kentucky

I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight

Kentucky

I miss the hound dogs chasin coons

I know that my mother
dad and sweetheart are waiting for me

Kentucky

I will be coming soon, Kentucky