Turpentine, dandelion wine
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Turnin' the corner and I'm doin' fine
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Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
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Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
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I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head
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Gonna hi-di-ha 'til I'm dead
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Sister Sue, short and stout
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She didn't grow up she grew out
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Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind
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Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind
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Don't let her out much except at night
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I don't care 'cause I'm all right
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Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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And the young folks lay on the floor
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Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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Keep them bad times away from my door
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Brother Gene, he's big and mean,
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But don't have much to say
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He had a little woman that he'd whup each day
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But now she's gone away
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He got drunk last night, kickin' Mama down the stairs
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I'm all right and I don't care
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Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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And the young folks lay on the floor
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Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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Keep them bad times away from my door
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My Old Kentucky Home (Turpentine And Dandelion Wine)
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| Three Dog Night |
