My Old Kentucky Home

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Verse: 1 
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Turpentine and dandelion wine, 
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I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine. 
G                            D 
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line; 
A                         D 
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine. 
G                            D 
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head, 
A                                D 
Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead. 

Verse: 2 
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Sister Sue is short and stout, 
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She didn't grow up, she grew out. 
G                                 D 
Momma says she's plain, but she's just being kind. 
A                                  D 
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind. 
G                        D 
Don't let her out much except at night. 
A                               D 
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right. 

 
D                         D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                        A 
Young folks roll on the floor. 
        D                 D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                     A            D 
Keep them hard times away from my door. 


Verse: 3 
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Brother Gene is big and mean, 
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And he don't have much to say. 
G                            D 
He had a little woman who he whooped each day, 
    A              D 
But now she's gone away. 
G                            D 
Got drunk last night, kicked momma down the stairs, 
    A                         D 
But I'm all right, so I don't care. 

 
D                         D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                        A 
Young folks roll on the floor. 
        D                 D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                     A            D 
Keep them hard times away from my door. 


Verse: 4 
D 
Turpentine and dandelion wine, 
                D/F#            G 
I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine. 
G                            D 
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line; 
A                         D 
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine. 
G                            D 
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head, 
A                                D 
Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead. 

 
D                         D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                        A 
Young folks roll on the floor. 
        D                 D/F#  G            D 
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. 
                     A            D 
Keep them hard times away from my door. 


Outro 

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Keep them hard times away from my door