My old Kentucky home - Randy Newman
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner, I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephoneline
Pickin' them off with this gun o' mine
I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Growing higher and higher 'till I'm dead
Sister Sue she's short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama thinks she's plain, but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind
We don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm allright
O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
Got a little woman who he whooped eached day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm allright, so I don't care
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Rob Heerdink Department of Pharmacoepidemiology &
E.R.Heerdink@far.ruu.nl Pharmacotherapy, Utrecht University
-watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow-