one day we'll be trailing
in an ol' kentucky home,
treading through the mountains
just to see the other side,
someday we'll be fishing
in the river of kenai,
knee deep in that cool water
just to catch the best of fish,
one day we'll be laughing
when our lives are almost gone,
knowing that we've lived
in our ol' kentucky home.
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