You are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me
Kentucky
I miss your laurel and your redbud trees
When I die,
I want to rest upon a graceful mountain so high
For that is
Where God will look for me
Kentucky
I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky
I miss the hound dogs chasin' coons
I know that
My mother, dad and sweetheart are waiting for me
Kentucky
I will be coming soon
Kentucky
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