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The Beau Brummels - Old Kentucky Home lyrics
Turpentine and dandylion wine, I've turned the corner and i'm doin' fine shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' off with this gun of mine. i got fire in my belly and fire in my head-- goin' higher and higher until i'm dead Well now sister Sue, she's short and stout. she didn't grow up, she grew out. Momma thinks she's plain, but she's just bein' kind Poppa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind they don't let her out much, 'cept at night but i don't care, 'cause i'm alright chorus Well the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home and the young folks roll on the floor keep them hard times away from my door Brother Gene, he's big and mean he don't have much to say he had a little woman who he whupped each day and now she's gone away he got drunk last night kicked momma down the stairs but i'm alright so i don't care |
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