Из альбома: Pocket Bomb
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
In summer, the people are gay.
The corn cobs are ripe and the meadow's in bloom,
while the birds make music all day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
all merry, all happy and bright.
By and by, hard times come knocking at the door,
until my old Kentucky home, good night.
Weep no more, my lady.
Oh weep no more today.
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home,
for my old Kentucky home far away.