Paroles de la chanson My Old Kentucky Home par Johnny Cash
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Paroles de la chanson My Old Kentucky Home par Johnny Cash
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner, and I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds on the telephone line
Picking them off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher until I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mamma says she's plain, but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care because I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
I've turned the corner, and I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds on the telephone line
Picking them off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher until I'm dead
Sister Sue is short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mamma says she's plain, but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care because I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
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 is big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whooped each day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked mamma down the stairs
But I'm all right, so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner, an' I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds on the telephone line
Brother Gene is big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whooped each day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked mamma down the stairs
But I'm all right, so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner, an' I'm doing fine
Shooting at the birds on the telephone line
Picking them off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher until I'm dead
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher until I'm dead
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
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