| I was lookin' for greener pastures
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| When I left my old Kentucky home
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| I was chasin' after dreams I thought I’d master
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| So I left the one that loved me all along
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| Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better
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| Didn’t care about the grief I left behind
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| Didn’t even make a card or write a letter
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| So sure I’d be successful in no time
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| Now I’m heading for bluer pastures
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| And back to the one who’s heart I broke
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| To the bluegrass state of Kentucky
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| Where he waits with open for me I hope
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| Ain’t it funny how you are when you’re younger?
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| How what you have is never good enough
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| How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder
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| Lookin' for the treasures you gave up
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| Well the seasons came, they went
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| The dreams all shattered
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| While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown
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| Then I realized I’d lost all that had mattered
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| So with foolish pride aside, I’m homeward bound
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| Now I’m heading for bluer pastures
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| And back to the one who’s heart I broke
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| To the bluegrass state of ole Kentucky
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| Where he waits with open for me I hope
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| Now I’m heading for bluer pastures
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| Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind
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| Where the bluegrass music’s always playin'
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| To the haunting sound of Monroe’s mandolin
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| I’m heading for bluer pastures |