My Old Kentucky Home

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The Gsun shines G7bright in the Cold Kentucky Ghome,
‘Tis Gsummer, the A7darkies are Dgay,
The Gcorn top’s G7ripe and the Cmeadow’s in the Gbloom
While the Gbirds make Dmusic all the Gday.
The Gyoung folks G7roll on the Clittle cabin Gfloor,
All Gmerry, all Am7happy and Dbright:
By’n Gby Hard G7Times comes a Cknocking at the Gdoor,
Then my Gold Kentucky D7Home, good Gnight!
GWeep no Cmore, my Bmlady,
Oh! Cweep no more to- Gday, we will sing one G7song,
for the Cold Kentucky GHome, for the old Kentucky D7Home, far a- Gway.

 

1. The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
‘Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright:
By’n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.

2. They hunt no more for the possum and the coon
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight:
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.

3. The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go:
A few more days, and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar canes 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!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song
For the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.