Old Kentucky Farmers

Away off in the distance a lonesome whistle blows
It gets my mind to thinkin’ of a time so long ago
When a single greenback dollar bought a night out on the town
Come Friday night we’d build a fire turn loose them old fox hounds

Them old Kentucky farmers they work hard all the time
Calloused hands and blisters but they didn’t seem to mind
Got cornbread on the woodstove half runners on the vine
Wouldn’t take a million dollars to leave it all behind

Everybody knew their neighbors and would lend a helping hand
When they heard of someone passin’ they would come throughout the land
Well I remember way back when the Mosier barn burnt down
With wagon loads of lumber they came from miles around

Them old Kentucky farmers they work hard all the time
Calloused hands and blisters but they didn’t seem to mind
Got cornbread on the woodstove half runners on the vine
Wouldn’t take a million dollars to leave it all behind

Them old Kentucky farmers they work hard all the time
Calloused hands and blisters but they didn’t seem to mind
Got cornbread on the woodstove half runners on the vine
Wouldn’t take a million dollars to leave it all behind