(Turpentine & Dandelion Wine)
Turpentine, dandelion wine, turned the corner and I'm doing
fine.

Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line,
Pickin' em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head,

Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead

Sister Sue, short and stout, she didn't grow up she grew out

Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind
Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind
Don't let her out much except at night

I don't care cause I'm all right.

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home

And the young folks lay on the floor
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them bad times away from my door


Brother Gene, he's big and mean, he don't have much to say
He had a little woman that he'd whup each day

But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night kicking Mama down the stairs
A-I'm all right and I don't care


Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks lay on the floor

Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them bad times away from my door