Old Kentucky Home (My) [Turpentine & Dandelion Wine] - Randy Newman

Turpentine and dandelion wine

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

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line

Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

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

Goin' higher and higher till I’m dead

Sister Sue, short and stout

And she didn’t grow up, she grew out

Papa says she’s plain but she’s just bein' kind

Mama says she’s pretty but she’s almost blind

And they don’t let her out much 'cept at night

But I don’t care 'cause I’m all right

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks roll on the floor

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times a way from my door

Brother Gene, he’s big and mean

And he didn’t have much to say

He had a little woman that he whupped each day

And now she’s gone away

He got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs

I’m all right, I don’t care

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks roll on the floor

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times a way from my door