East Kentucky, threads of silver,
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Down a rusty railroad track.
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Dusty highway, take me to Denver,
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I will not be comin' back.
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To the mountains of Colorado,
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Like a bandit I will run.
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To the beauty of the mountains,
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To undo what she has done.
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East Kentucky, threads of silver,
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Down a rusty railroad track.
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Dusty highway, take me to Denver,
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I will not be comin' back.
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[Whistling chorus.]
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East Kentucky, I knew your daughter,
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In the early morning rain.
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And in the shadow of the tall pines,
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I did love her with no shame.
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Now the cold, gray hands of winter,
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Lay upon the mountain side.
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There's a bluebird seekin' shelter,
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She ain't got no place to hide.
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She ain't got no place to hide.
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East Kentucky
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| Mickey Newbury |
