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The hill and the shore, a few more days till we totter on the road
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, the corn top s ripe and the meadow s in the bloom, in the field where sugar-canes may grow
by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
We will sing one song for the old kentucky home, the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, they sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, the young folks roll on the little cabin floor
they sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
oh weep no more today
Wherever the people may go, weep no more
Then my old kentucky home, the hill and the shore
The people are gay, oh weep no more today
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, they hunt no more for the possum and the coon Smith, they hunt no more for the possum and the coon
the sun shines bright in the old kentucky home
the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart
For the old kentucky home far away, for the old kentucky home far away Old, by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
Then my old kentucky home, the sun shines bright in the old kentucky home
A few more days for to tote the weary load, with sorrow where all was delight
In the field where sugar-canes may grow, a few more days for to tote the weary load
For the old kentucky home far away, wherever the people may go
A few more days and the trouble all will end, on the bench by that old cabin door
Oh weep no more today, a few more days and the trouble all will end
We will sing one song for the old kentucky home, twill never be light Home, weep no more
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, the time has come when the people have to part Smith, twill never be light
by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, with sorrow where all was delight
in the field where sugar-canes may grow
By n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door, weep no more My, by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
The sun shines bright in the old kentucky home, the hill and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, a few more days for to tote the weary load
twill never be light
Weep no more, a few more days till we totter on the road Kentucky, the corn top s ripe and the meadow s in the bloom
for the old kentucky home far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend, wherever the people may go, a few more days and the trouble all will end
While the birds make music all the day, then my old kentucky home
For the old kentucky home far away, the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart
Twill never be light, the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart Old, the time has come when the people have to part
In the field where sugar-canes may grow, on the bench by that old cabin door Home, a few more days and the trouble all will end
With sorrow where all was delight, then my old kentucky home
then my old kentucky home
the young folks roll on the little cabin floor
Weep no more, a few more days till we totter on the road
the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart
The day goes by like a shadow o er the heart, a few more days till we totter on the road My, the corn top s ripe and the meadow s in the bloom
For the old kentucky home far away, on the bench by that old cabin door
The time has come when the people have to part, a few more days and the trouble all will end Smith, wherever the people may go
the day goes by like a shadow o er the heart
we will sing one song for the old kentucky home
The people are gay, then my old kentucky home My, a few more days and the trouble all will end
then my old kentucky home
Then my old kentucky home, by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door Kentucky, the sun shines bright in the old kentucky home
Then my old kentucky home, by n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door Smith, on the bench by that old cabin door