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Kentucky you are the dearest land outside of heaven to me
Kentucky your laurels your redbud trees
When i die i want to rest upon some peaceful mountains so high
For that is where god will look for me
[ mandolin - banjo ]
Kentucky i miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight
Kentucky i miss the hound dogs chasing coons
I know that my mother dad and sweetheart are awaiting for me
Kentucky i will be coming soon