My Old
Kentucky Home
Words and Music
by: Stephen C. Foster
The
sun shines bright in the old
Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people 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'n by hard times comes
a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night!
Chorus
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.
They
hunt no more for the 'possum and
the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the
shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer
of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin
door;
The day goes by like a shadow
o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was
delight;
The time has come when the
people have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good
night!
Chorus
The
head must bow and the back will
have to bend,
Wherever the people may go;
A few more days and the trouble
all will end
In the field where sugar-canes
may grow;
A few more days for to tote 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!
Chorus
From Kentucky Revised Statutes
Annotated, Chapter 2.100: "LRC Note:
The modern version of 'My Old
Kentucky Home' was adopted during
the 1986 Regular Session of the
General Assembly by the House of
Representatives in House Resolution
159 and the Senate in Senate
Resolution 114.