Kentucky

You are the dearest land outside of heaven to me

Kentucky

Your laurel and your red bud tree

When I die

I want to rest upon the peaceful mountain 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 dog chasin’ coons

I know that

My mother, dad and sweetheart are there waiting for me

Kentucky

I’ll be returning soon