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 'til 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.

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