Text: Beau Brummels. Triangle. Old Kentucky Home.

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