Kentucky

Kentucky you are the dearest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky I miss your laurels and your redbud trees
When I die I want to rest upon a graceful mountain so high
For that is where God will look for me
Kentucky I miss the songs they’re singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky how I miss those hound dogs chasing coons
I know that my mother dad and sweetheart all waiting for me
Kentucky I’ll be returning soon