Turpentine and deadlion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly And a fire in my head Goin' higher and higher Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout She didn't grow up, she grew out Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'cept at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the 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, he's big and mean And he don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whupped each day
But now she's gone away He got drunk last night Kicked mama down the stairs But I'm all right so I don't careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
