Rosine I Cry

There’s a place in western Kentucky I know
That is hidden way back in the trees
The air there’s filled with a high lonesome sound
That’ll make you fall down on your knees

Rosine I cry where do you hide
Way back in old Kentucky
When the sun goes down
On that small small town
You can see that big blue shine

There’s a little community church standing there
Set on a foundation of faith
You can feel him there every Sunday morn
At the altar is where it takes place

Rosine I cry where do you hide
Way back in old Kentucky
When the sun goes down
On that small small town
You can see that big blue shine

I know bill’s there somewhere in the pines
I can hear that mandolin play
They laid him down six feet in the ground
But his memory will not go away

Rosine I cry where do you hide
Way back in old Kentucky
When the sun goes down
On that small small town
You can see that big blue shine

You can see that big blue moon shine