Turpentine, dandelion wine, turned the corner and I'm doing fine. Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line, Pickin' em off with this gun of mine I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head, Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead
Sister Sue, short and stout, she didn't grow up she grew out Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind Don't let her out much except at night I don't care cause I'm all right.
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks lay on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them bad times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean, he don't have much to say He had a little woman that he'd whup each day But now she's gone away Got drunk last night kicking Mama down the stairs A-I'm all right and I don't care
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks lay on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them bad times away from my door