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



Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Chaney
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