Kentucky Morning

I am the one who stayed behind
While the others were going away
To the mills of Chicago, to the plants of Detroit
For the promise of a five dollar day
They would come by in December
While the folks were alive
With gifts from the money they made
And they'd talk of the nights 'neath the bright city lights
And wonder how I ever stayed

(And I'd tell them)
Oh, your bright lights don't shine like a Kentucky morning
You can't hear a whippoorwill out on the street
Give me a good piece of land and an old cane back rocker
While life goes on and on and on, while life goes on and on

I took the train out of Corbin and headed up north
To visit a brother of mine
Said he'd talk to his foreman for to get me a job
Working graveyard assembly line
And I was there with my brother making factory pay
But Lord my soul was alone
And it was four in the morning I shut down my machine
And I told them I'm going home

Oh, your bright lights don't shine like a Kentucky morning
You can't hear a whippoorwill out on the street
Give me a good piece of land and an old cane back rocker
While life goes on and on and on while life goes on and on

Give me a good piece of land
And an old cane back rocker
While life goes on and on and on
While life goes on and on
While life goes on and on