My old Kentucky home

B7 E7 Pickin' them off with this gun o' mine A7 E7 I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head B7 E7 Growing higher and higher 'till I'm dead Sister Sue she's short and stout She didn't grow up, she grew out Mama thinks she's plain, but she's just being kind Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind We don't let her out much except at night But I don't care 'cause I'm allright <chorus> E7 A7 E7 O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home E7 B7 Young folks roll on the floor E7 A7 E7 O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home E7 B7 E7 Keep them hard times away from my door Brother Gene, he's big and mean And he don't have much to say Got a little woman who he whooped eached day But now she's gone away Got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs But I'm allright, so I don't care <chorus> <repeat ad nauseam> -------------------------------------------------------------------- Rob Heerdink Department of Pharmacoepidemiology & E.R.Heerdink@far.ruu.nl Pharmacotherapy, Utrecht University -watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow-