Turpentine,
dandelion wine
I turned the corner and I'm
feeling fine
Shooting at the birds on
the telephone line
Picking them off who's gonna mind
I got a fire in my belly,
got a fire in my head
Going higher and higher until I'm
dead
Brother Gene is big and mean
And he doesn't have much to say
He had a little woman
who would whoop each day
But now she's gone away
I got drunk last night,
kicked Mama down the stairs,
but I'm alright, so I don't care
Oh, let the sun shine bright
on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, let the sun shine bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep those hard times away
from my door
Sister Sue is short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama says she's plain,
but she's just being kind
Papa says she's pretty,
but he's almost blind
We don't let her out much,
ex cept at night
But I don't care, cause I'm alright
Oh, let the sun shine bright
on my old Kentucky home
And them young folks roll on the floor
Oh, let the sun shine bright
on my old Kentucky home
Keep those hard times away from
my door
Jumpin' time, dandelion wine
I turn the corner and I'm feelin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on
the telephone line
Pickin' them up with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly,
got a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead you