Оригинален текст
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
I remember the night that I got lucky
I saw you and you saw me
Where the Cumberland River meets the Tennessee
It's good to be good but I'd rather be lucky
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
Heard the call of a whippoorwill
I thought I smelled a moonshine still
Train whistle moan on down the track
Taking me back
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
Down in the hills of old Tenntucky
