Lyrics

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Take me back to those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee
Where the mockin'bird is singin' high up in the laurel tree
Let the Alabama moon shine her light on me
Way back in those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee

My Daddy was a rounder. he wore a rounder's hat and coat
He used to strum a banjo, though he couldn't play a note
My Momma used to tell me, with a smile upon her face
"If you want second helpin's, son, you'll have to say more grace."

It was just a year ago, I took out on the bum
With only 14 dollars, a suitcase and a gun
But now I am a rich man, if there's one thing that I know:
The place that I long most to be is a place where I can't go.

Take me back to those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee
Where the mockin'bird is singin' high up in the laurel tree
Let the Alabama moon shine her light on me
Way back in those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee

Now if you ever leave your home, and loved ones far behind
Someday you'll open up your eyes and see that you were blind
'Cause if there is a heaven, I know where it will be:
Way back in those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee.

Take me back to those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee
Where the mockin'bird is singin' high up in the laurel tree
Let the Alabama moon shine her light on me
Way back in those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee

Way back in those old Kentucky hills of Tennessee