Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner
And I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds
On the telephone line
Picking them off with this gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Going higher and higher
Till I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout
She didn't grow up
She grew out
Mama says she's plain
But she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty
But he's almost blind
Don't let her out
Much except at night
But I don't care
Cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
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 is big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman
Who he whooped each day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right
So I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
And the young folks
Are rolling on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away
From my door
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner
And I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds
On the telephone line
Picking them off with this gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Going higher and higher
Till I'm dead
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
And the young folks
Are rolling on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away
From my door
Keep them hard times away
From my door