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The sun shines bright

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in the old Ken-tuck-y home.

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'tis sum-mer the

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dark-ies are gay.

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The corn top's ripe

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and the mea-dow's in the bloom,

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While the birds makin'

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mus-ic all the day.

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The young folk roll

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on the lit-tle cab-in floor.

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All mer-cy all

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hap-py and bright.

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By'n by hard times

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come a knock-in' at the door.

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Then my old Ken-tuck-y home,

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good night.

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Weep no more my la-dy, oh,

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Weep no more to-day.

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We will sing one song

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of my old Ken-tuck-y home,

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For the old Ken-tuck-y home

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far a-way.

verse 2
They hunt no more for the possum and the coon
On the meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by theglimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door.
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was de-light:
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
then my old Kentucky home, good night!

verse 3
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go;
A few more days, and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugarcanes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twil never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!