Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head goin' higher and higher till I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout she didn't grow up she grew out Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind Don't let her out much cept at night but I don't care cause I'm alright Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home young folks roll on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Brother Gene is big and mean and don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whooped each day now she's gone away Got drunk last night kicked mama down the stairs but I'm all right so I don't care Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks are rollin' on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Them hard times away from my door
Turpentine and dandelion wine... Oh the sun shines bright... Keep them hard times away from my door
