Turpentine
Dandelion wine
Turn the corner
I’m doin’ fine
Shootin’ at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin’ ‘em off with this gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly
Got a fire in my head
Goin’ ay, ay ‘til I’m dead

Sister Sue, she’s short and stout
She didn’t grow up, she grew out
Mama says she pretty but she’s just bein’ kind
Daddy thinks she’s pretty but he’s almost blind
I don’t care cuz I’m alright

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep those hard times away from my door

Brother Eugene is big and mean
He don’t have much to say
He had a little woman that he whupped each night
And now she’s gone away
He got drunk last night and kicked Mama down the stairs
But I’m alright cuz I don’t care
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep those hard times away from my door

Turpentine
Dandelion wine
Turn the corner
I’m doin’ fine
Shootin’ at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin’ ‘em off with this gun of mine
Got a fire in my belly
Got a fire in my head
Goin’ ay, ay ‘til I’m dead