Kentucky
You are the finest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky
I miss your laurel and your redbud trees
When I die
I wanna rest on a mountain so high
For that is where God look for me
Kentucky
I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky
I miss the hounddogs chasing coons
I know that
My mother, dad and sweetheart are waiting for me
Kentucky
I will be coming soon
Kentucky
Kentucky
Writer(s): Karl Davis, Harty Taylor, Patrick Mcadory
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