And the young folks lay on the floor
He had a little woman that he'd whoop each day
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head
And I'm all right and I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Got drunk last night kickin' mama down the stairs
Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Don't let her out much except at night
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Mama thinks she's pretty and she's bein' kind
But now she's gone away
And the young folks lay on the floor
He don't have much to say
Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead
Keep them bad times away from my door
Sister Sue, short and stout
I don't care 'cause I'm all right
