My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, the folks there are gay
The corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in bloom
While the birds make music all the day

   So weep no more, my lady
   Oh, weep no more, today
   We’ll sing one song for the my old Kentucky home
   For my old Kentucky home far away

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By ‘n by hard times come a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home good night

They hunt no more for the ‘possum and the coon
On meadow, the hill and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by that old cabin door

The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the poor folks may go
A few more days and the trouble will end
In the field where sugar-canes may grow

A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter, ’twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road
Then my old Kentucky home, good night