Lyrics
Well, there's a slow breeze blowin' down on the Beaver Creek mansion
Where the sun sets the afternoon on fire
And there's a tractor churning down at the bottom of James Howard Hill
And the kids out swingin' in a rope and a tire, singin'
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Momma said she'd never see, don't ever wanna see me cry
Corn bread, sweet tea, barbecue, and Derby pie
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Well, I think I hear Miss Gwen outside, Jessie's ringing that ol' black bell
And the country boy ain't never late for dinner
And after that, y'know, we'll sit on the porch and listen to the children singin'
To the mellow sounds of my daddy's mandolin, singin'
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Momma, let me love ya, I don't ever wanna see you cry
Corn bread, sweet tea, barbecue, and Derby pie
K-E-N-T-, I don't have to tell you why
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Never gonna miss you if I never have to say goodbye
Corn bread, sweet tea, barbecue, and Derby pie
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There's work to do when the sun comes up on the Beaver Creak Mansion
And the country boy's gotta make that hard decision
Get to the barn, strap up a mule, and round up a couple of ewes
Or take your favorite pole and just go fishin'
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That's where I was born and you can put me if I ever die
Corn bread, sweet tea, barbecue, and Derby pie
K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y
Momma said she'd never see, don't ever wanna see me cry
Never gonna miss you if I never have to say goodbye
Momma, let me love ya, I don't ever wanna see you cry
K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y
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