No.61
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the duckies are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright
By and by hard times comes a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home, far away
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the duckie may go
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar canes grow
A few more days for to drop the weary load
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road
Then my old Kentucky home, good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more today
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home, far away