My Old Kentucky Home

Well the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home,
In summer, the people are gay.
The corn tops ripe, and the fields are all in bloom,
And the birds make music all the day.
The young folks play, on the little cabin floor,
All happy, and merry, and bright.
By and by hard times come a knocking at the door,
In my old Kentucky home, goodnight.
Weep no more my lady.
Oh,
Weep no more today.
We will sing one more song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
Oh,
Weep no more my lady,
Woah,
Weep no more today.
We will sing one more song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
Yes the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home,
In summer, the people are gay.
By and by hard times come a knocking at my door,
In my old Kentucky home, goodnight.