I know Knox County probably don't look like much Through the cracked windshield, cross hanging over the dash But you'd love it too if you grew up Picking flowers right out of the bluegrass
And highway 25 got some bumps in the road And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul And I drove it right out of the bluegrass
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God's country, we call it God's plan I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming But none of it's nothing I'll understand How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Turns out I ain't my biggest believer So you won't hear me take much of the credit Didn't even think I was much of a singer Hand on the Bible, I went and read it He wrote the story I won't forget it
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God's country, we call it God's plan I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming But none of it's nothing I'll understand How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Under that southern sun No matter where I go, I won't forget where I come from
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God's country, we call it God's plan I'll keep strumming, long as songs keep coming But none of it's nothing I'll understand Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that But He did it right out of the bluegrass Oh, bluegrass Oh-oh, right out of the bluegrass
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