My Old Kentucky Home - Paul Robeson

Turpentine and dandelion wine

I’ve turned the corner an' I’m doin' fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine

Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head

Going higher and higher till I’m dead

Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn’t grow up, she grew out

Momma says, she’s plain but she’s just being kind

Papa thinks she’s pretty but he’s almost blind

Don’t let her out much except at night

But I don’t care 'cause I’m all right

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

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 is big and mean and he don’t have much to say

He had a little woman who he whooped each day

But now she’s gone away got drunk last night

Kicked momma down the stairs but I’m all right

So I don’t care

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks are rollin' on the floor

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door

Turpentine and dandelion wine

I’ve turned the corner an' I’m doin' fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine

Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head

Goin' higher and higher till I’m dead

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks are rollin' on the floor

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door

Keep them hard times away from my door