My Old Kentucky Home

The sun shines bright in

the old Kentucky home.

'Tis summer, the darkies

are gay.

The corn-top's ripe and the

meadow's in the

bloom, while

the birds make music

all the day.

The young folks roll on the

river's calming flow,

all merry, all happy and

bright. By 'n

by hard times comes

a-knocking at the

door, then my

old Kentucky

home,

goodnight.

Sleep

no

more my darling, oh, sleep no

more

today.

We will

sing

one song for the old Kentucky

home, for the old Kentucky home, far

away.

The head must bow and

the back will have to bend

wherever the darkies

may go.

A few more days and the

travel all will end.

In

the field where the sugar

cane grow.

A few more

days for to toil for me

reward. No

matter, we'll never be

denied. A

few more days 'til these

bonds are

unshrunk. Then my

old Kentucky

home,

goodnight.

Sleep no

more my

darling, oh, sleep

no more today.

We will sing one song

for

the old Kentucky home, for the

old Kentucky home, far away.