Back to Kentucky

In northern land, lost and lonesome

The crowds walk by as he stands still

A mountain boy up in the flatlands

Misses his darlin' back in the hills

Now, not a word as they're passing

Not a sign there's anyone home

Just making steps towards the next one

All the while time keeps ticking on

Oh, take me back to Kentucky

Let me sleep in her loving arms

Let me watch that fading ridge line

Let me die where I was born

It's too damn cold for holey blue jeans

It's too damn cold in my bed

In my dreams, you're right next to me

But I wake up feeling frigid and dead

So, take me back to Kentucky

Let me sleep in her loving arms

Let me watch that fading ridge line

Let me die where I was born

Someday soon will be my last one

Get my rocking chair and best bourbon

Face me west out on the front porch

And I'll fade out with the sun

But, take me back to Kentucky

Let me sleep in her loving arms

Let me watch that fading ridge line

Let me die where I was born

Let me die where I was born