Letras
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people are gay
The corn tops rise and the meadows all in bloom
While the birds make sweet music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry and happy and bright
By and by hard times come a-knockin' at the door
To my old Kentucky home, goodnight
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more today
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home
For my old Kentucky home far away