Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home.
The summer is fading away.
The corn cobs are ripe and the meadow's in the bloom.
While the birds sing music all the day.
The young folks roll on the old cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright.
By and by, hard times comes knockin' on the door.
Then, my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Oh, weep, no more my lady.
Oh, weep no more today.
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home,
For my old Kentucky home, far away.

Instrumental break.

We will hunt no more, for the possum and the 'coon,
On the meadows by the hill and the shore.
We will sing no more, by the glimmer of the moon,
In the yard by the old cabin door.

The days go by like a shadow on my heart.
With sorrow where there was delight.
The time has come when we all have to part.
Then, my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Oh, weep, no more my lady.
Oh, weep no more today.
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home,
For my old Kentucky home, far away.

Instrumental break.

The head must bow and the back must bend,
Wherever we may all go.
A few more days and the trouble will all end,
In the field where the sugar cane grows.

A few more days to tote the weary load.
No matter, it never will be light.
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then, my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Oh, weep, no more my lady.
Oh, weep no more today.
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home,
For my old Kentucky home, far away.

For my old Kentucky home, far away.