Down in Kentucky we go fishin all through the night.
Down in Kentucky we don't leave the table til we've eaten every bite.
Down in Kentucky we aren't all pure country on the outside.
But at heart we don't even mind.
And we have our memories of the dirt roads and winter snows.
And yeah we've had our highs and lows.
Even sometimes we don't know what we're gonna do.
But even in Kentucky there's always something new.
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LOved this one Autumn... it made me smile, cuz I lived the better part of my childhood unto the last year of my teens in Murray, Ky... near Paducah... Love it there... such great memories... Thank you for sharing this...; -) -Kelly.