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Trails of whiskey brown
Smell of sweet temptation
The curves all up and down
The road to my salvation
And she sings to me
With every note, in perfect harmony
And off I go

Keep your eye on Kentucky
Where the hollers and the hills are bluegrass green
Yeah, tonight I'm feeling lucky
'Cause there ain't no place that I would rather be
And up on Heaven hill I'll go for roses wild
Floating down Knob Creek in our maker's redneck style

So drop me on a back porch
Just me and Emer T
Or let me breathe the Angel's share, with Pappy and Jim Beam
And I'll drag out
My old banjo, and pick one fast, and drink one slow

Keep your eye on Kentucky
Where the hollers and the hills are bluegrass green
Yeah, tonight I'm feeling lucky
'Cause there ain't no place that I would rather be
Up on Heaven hill I'll go for roses wild
Floating down Knob Creek in our maker's redneck style

Keep your eye on Kentucky
Keep your eye on Kentucky
Keep your eye on Kentucky

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