Eight More Miles To Louisville

[ with Grandpa Jones ]

I've traveled o'er the country wide a seekin' fortune fair
I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere
From Portland East and Portland West and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my view
Eight more miles on this old road and I 'll never more be blue
I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the start
Eight more miles to Louisville the home town of my heart
[ banjo - keyboards ]
There's sure to be a girl somewhere that you like best of all
Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall
But she's the kind that you can't find a rambling through the land
I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand
Oh eight more miles and Louisville...
[ banjo - keyboards ]
Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home
A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam
The place that's right for that love site is in those bluegrass hills
Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
Eight more miles to Louisville...