Beaver Creek Mansion

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'

K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y

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'

K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y

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

K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y

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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