1.
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The sun shines bright
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in the old Ken-tuck-y
home.
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'tis sum-mer the
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dark-ies are gay.
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The corn top's ripe
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and the mea-dow's in the
bloom,
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While the birds makin'
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mus-ic all the day.
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The young folk roll
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on the lit-tle cab-in
floor.
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All mer-cy all
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hap-py and bright.
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By'n by hard times
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come a knock-in' at the
door.
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Then my old Ken-tuck-y
home,
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good night.
2.
They hunt no more
for the 'possum and the
coon
on meadow,the
hill and the shore.
They sing no more
by the glimmer of the
moon
on the bench by
that old cabin door.
The day goes by
like a shadow o'er the
heart
with sorrow where
all was delight.
The time has come
when the people have to
part
then my old Kentucky home,
good night.
3.
The head must bow
and the back will have
to bend
wherever the
people may go.
A few more days
and the trouble all will
end
in the field where
sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days
for to tote the weary
load.
No matter, 'twill
never be light.
A few more days
till we totter on the
road,
then my old Kentucky home,
good night.
Chorus:
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Weep no more my la-dy,
oh,
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Weep no more to-day.
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We will sing one song
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of my old Ken-tuck-y home,
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For the old Ken-tuck-y
home
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far a-way.
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