| Turpentine, dandelion wine
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| Turnin' 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 my belly, fire in my head
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| Gonna hi-di-ha 'til I’m dead
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| Sister Sue, short and stout
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| She didn’t grow up she grew out
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| Mama thinks she’s pretty and she’s being kind
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| Papa thinks she’s lovely and he’s half blind
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| Don’t let her out much except at night
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| 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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| And the young folks lay on the floor
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| Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them bad times away from my door
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| Brother Gene, he’s big and mean,
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| But don’t have much to say
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| He had a little woman that he’d whup each day
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| But now she’s gone away
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| He got drunk last night, kickin' Mama down the stairs
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| I’m all right and 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 lay on the floor
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| Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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| Keep them bad times away from my door |