Bluer than the Grass

I was raised on the creeks of Bourbon County
Where the horses run faster than the wind
And the women, Lord, they're sweeter than sugar candy
This ol' homesick feelin' never ends

And I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky
Where they're cuttin' that tobacco
Hangin' them sticks in the big black barns
They call us all hicks
Cause we chew it, smoke it, and take a little dip
And every time I do I take a little trip
Right back to that land
When I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky

Now my life it sure takes me to some crazy places
But I still get back home every now and then
To bet a ten-spot on a long shot at the races
When I'm missin' those good times with my ol' friends

And I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky
Where they're plowin' them fields
Racin' them cars, sippin' moonshine from a mason jar
There's mansions next to double-wides
There's rich folks rednecks side by side
Lord I miss that land

And I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky
Cuttin' that tobacco
Hangin' them sticks in the big black barns
They call us all hicks
Cause we chew it, smoke it, and take a little dip
And every time I do I take a little trip
Right back to that land
Where they're plowin' them fields
Racin' them cars, sippin' moonshine from a mason jar
Mansions next to double-wides
Rich folks rednecks side by side

And I get bluer than the grass in Kentucky
Where they're cuttin' that tobacco
Hangin' them sticks in the big black barns
They call us all hicks
Cause we chew it, smoke it, and take a little dip
And every time I do I take a little trip
Plowin' them fields
Racin' them cars, sippin' moonshine from a mason jar
Mansions next to double-wides
Rich folks rednecks side by side
Bluer than the grass of Kentucky



Credits
Writer(s): Trey Matthews, John Schweers, Tony Ramey
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