| Turpentine and dandelion wine
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| I’ve turned the corner and 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 of mine
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| I got a fire in the belly and a fire in my head
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| Goin' higher and higher till I’m dead
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| Sister Sue, short and stout
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| And she didn’t grow up, she grew out
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| Papa says she’s plain but she’s just bein' kind
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| Mama says she’s pretty but she’s almost blind
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| And they don’t let her out much 'cept at night
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| But I don’t care 'cause I’m all right
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| The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| And the young folks roll on the floor
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| The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them hard times a way from my door
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| Brother Gene, he’s big and mean
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| And he didn’t have much to say
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| He had a little woman that he whupped each day
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| And now she’s gone away
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| He got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs
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| I’m all right, I don’t care
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| The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| And the young folks roll on the floor
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| The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them hard times a way from my door |