My Old Kentucky Home

My old Kentucky home - Randy Newman

Turpentine and dandelion wine

I've turned the corner, I'm doin' fine

Shootin' at the birds on the telephoneline

Pickin' them off with this gun o' mine

I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head

Growing higher and higher 'till I'm dead

Sister Sue she's short and stout

She didn't grow up, she grew out

Mama thinks she's plain, but she's just being kind

Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind

We don't let her out much except at night

But I don't care 'cause I'm allright

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O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Young folks roll on the floor

O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door

Brother Gene, he's big and mean

And he don't have much to say

Got a little woman who he whooped eached day

But now she's gone away

Got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs

But I'm allright, so I don't care

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Rob Heerdink Department of Pharmacoepidemiology &

E.R.Heerdink@far.ruu.nl Pharmacotherapy, Utrecht University

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