My Old Kentucky Home, Goodnight - John Prine

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

'Tis summer, the old folks are gay

Where the corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom

While the birds make music all the day

Weep no more, my lady

Oh weep no more today

We’ll sing one song

For my old Kentucky Home

For my old Kentucky Home far away

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor

They’re merry, all happy and bright

By and by hard times will come a-knocking at my door

Then my old Kentucky Home, good night

Weep no more, my lady

No weep no more today

We’ll sing one song

For my old Kentucky Home

For my old Kentucky Home far away

Weep no more, my lady

Oh weep no more today

We’ll sing one song

For my old Kentucky Home

For my old Kentucky Home far away

For my old Kentucky Home far away