[ with Grandpa Jones ]

I've traveled o'er the country wide a seekin'

fortune fair
I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled
everywhere

From Portland East and Portland West and back along the line
I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old
home town of mine

Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my view
Eight more miles on this old road and I 'll never more be
blue

I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the
start
Eight more miles to Louisville the home town of my heart

[ banjo - keyboards ]
There's sure to be a girl somewhere that you like best of
all

Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall
But she's the kind that you can't find a rambling
through the land

I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand
Oh eight more miles and Louisville...
[ banjo - keyboards ]

Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home
A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam
The place that's right for that love site is in those

bluegrass hills
Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
Eight more miles to Louisville...