Turpentine
and
dandelion wine,
I've turned the corner
and I'm doing fine
Shootin' at the birds
on the telephone line,
Pickin' em off with
this gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly,
and a fire in my head,
Goin' higher and
higher 'til I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and
stout, she didn't grow up
she grew out
Mama says she's plain
but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty
but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much
except at night
But I don't care
cause I'm all right
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times
away from my door
Brother Gene is big and
mean and he don't have
much to say
He had a little woman
who he whupped each day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked
Mama down the stairs
But I'm all right,
so I don't care
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are
rollin' on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times
away from my door
Turpentine
and
dandelion wine,
I've turned the corner
and I'm doing fine
Shootin' at the birds
on the telephone line,
Pickin' em off with this
gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly,
and a fire in my head,
Goin' higher and
higher 'til I'm dead
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are
rollin' on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times
away from my door
Keep them hard times
away from my door