Kentucky Bred
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| Location | City of Roses |
|---|---|
| Links | Audio Clip |
| Introduction | The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'tis summer, the people are gay. The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, while the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, all merry, all happy and bright. By 'n' by hard times comes a-knocking at the door, then my old Kentucky home, goodnight. Weep no more my lady! Oh! weep no more today! We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home. For the Old Kentucky Home far away. |