Old Kentucky Lyrics

Oh old Kentucky
You are my home
But I've been out on the fringes
For so long
Let me feel your fair wind
Through your grass let it blow
Oh hills of Kentucky
My home

Go on, go on, old Kentucky go on
Forgive all my troubles, all I've done wrong
I took all this treasure, and sold it for gold
Go on, old Kentucky, go on
There's a fog on the valley
A smoke on the land
There's a heart that's been taken
And blood on my hands

There's cards on the table
And a shell of a man
But these hills of Kentucky
Stand
There's a rock on the prairie
A sight to behold
There's a road across town
Where time's bought and sold

If I had all those nickels
Would they warm what's grown cold?
Oh, old Kentucky
Knows