My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
In summer, the people are gay
The corn cobs are ripe and the meadow's in bloom
While the birds make music all day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By and by, hard times come knocking at the door
Until my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh weep no more today
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home
For my old Kentucky home far away