Kentucky
Davis / Harty / Karl / Mcadory / Patrick / Taylor
Kentucky, you are the dearest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky, I miss your laurels and your redbud trees
When I die, I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so free
For that is where god will look for me
Kentucky, I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky, I miss the hound dogs chasin coons
I know that my mother, dad and sweetheart are waiting for me
Kentucky, I will be coming soon, kentucky