Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head Going higher and higher till I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn't grow up, she grew out Momma says, she's plain but she's just being kind Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind Don't let her out much except at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene is big and mean and he don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whooped each day But now she's gone away got drunk last night Kicked momma down the stairs but I'm all right So I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks are rollin' on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door
Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head Goin' higher and higher till I'm dead
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks are rollin' on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Keep them hard times away from my doorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
