My Old Kentucky Home
S. C. Foster
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 The sun shines bright in the old Ken-tuck-y    home, 'lis sum-mer, the dark-ies are gay; The young folks roll on the   lit-tie cab-in   floor,   All mer-ry, all hap-py and bright; They hunt no more for the pos-sum and the coon, On the mead-ow, the hill and the shore;
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The day goes by like a   shad-ow o'er the The head must bow and the back will have to A few more days for to tote thewea-ry
heart, With sor - row where all was de - light; bend, Wher-ev - er the dark-ey may go; loadNo mat-ter,'twill nev-er be light;
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,While the birds make music all the day.
By'm-by hard times comes a-knock-ing at the door,Then my (Omit..........)
They sing no more by the glim-mer of the moon,On the bench by the old   cab-in door.
The time has come when the dark-ies have to part,Thenmy (Omit..........)
A few more days,and the trou-ble all will end, In the field where the sugar-canes grow; A   few more days till we  tot - ter on the road,Then my (Omit..........)
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old Ken-tuck-y home,good-night!    Weep no more, my la-dy,     0 weep no more to-day!
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We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,For the old Kentucky home,far  a-way.
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