The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Tis summer, the darkies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make
music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By 'n by hard times come a-knocking at the
door
Then my old Kentucky home good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We
will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the
coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin
door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight.
The
time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
The
head must bow and the back
will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may
go
A few more days and the trouble
will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
THE BEST DAMN PLACE TO LIVE, right here in KENTUCKY