| Turpentine and dandelion wine
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| I’ve turned the corner an' I’m doin' fine
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| Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
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| Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
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| Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
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| Going higher and higher till I’m dead
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| Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn’t grow up, she grew out
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| Momma says, she’s plain but she’s just being kind
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| Papa thinks she’s pretty but he’s almost blind
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| Don’t let her out much except at night
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| But I don’t care 'cause I’m all right
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Young folks roll on the floor
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them hard times away from my door
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| Brother Gene is big and mean and he don’t have much to say
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| He had a little woman who he whooped each day
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| But now she’s gone away got drunk last night
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| Kicked momma down the stairs but I’m all right
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| So I don’t care
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them hard times away from my door
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| Turpentine and dandelion wine
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| I’ve turned the corner an' I’m doin' fine
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| Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
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| Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
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| Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
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| Goin' higher and higher till I’m dead
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
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| Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them hard times away from my door
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| Keep them hard times away from my door |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Old Kentucky Home , by - Paul Robeson. Song from the album Complete Recordings, in the genre Музыка мира