Oh,
the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away
from my door
Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama 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, ex cept midnight
But I don't care, cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the 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, he's 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
He got drunk last night,
kicked Mama down the stair
But I'm alright, so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times
away from my door
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