Turpentine and dandelion wine
Ive turned the corner and Im doin fine
Shootin at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin em off with my gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly
And a fire in my head
Goin higher and higher
Until Im dead
Sister sue, shes short and stout
She didnt grow up - she grew out
Mama says shes plain but shes just bein kind
Papa thinks shes pretty but hes almost blind
Dont let her out much cept at night
But I dont care cause Im all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on
My old kentucky home
And the 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, hes big and mean
And he dont have much to say
He had a little woman who he whupped each day
But now shes gone away
He got drunk last night
Kicked mama down the stairs
But Im all right so I dont care