Well I was born in old Kentucky

In them hills where folks are lucky

From a coal miner's daughter right to a coal miner's wife

Well the mountain folks love the mountains

White lightning flowed like the fountains

On a Sunday morning you can hear all the good folks singin

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It's God's country in these hills he walks

And in the middle of the night you can hear him talk

It's the closest place to heaven that I know

If you wanna get to heaven get your road map out

It's called the bible if you have one doubt

I guess my friends, you must be on the wrong route

Well I miss the old camp meeting time and dinner on the ground

What I miss most is everything like all the country sounds

Like the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill sang me to sleep every night

And the whistle of the old freight train before daylight

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And my old Kentucky home's far away

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Writer(s): LORETTA LYNN