Sangtekst: Randy Newman. My Old Kentucky Home.

Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine

I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher
Until I'm dead

Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind
Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind

Don't let her out much 'cept at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped each day

But now she's gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care