I moved from Kentucky
Where I was born and bred
Clear out to the west coast
For better roads ahead
I miss Kentucky bluegrass
But I miss fittin in
Time to shed Kentucky
And my old Kentucky skin
Chorus:
Time to shed Kentucky,
Time for fittin in
Time to shed Kentucky
Time to start again
I thought I'd meet some nice folk
And I've met quite a few,
But they don't play the banjo
Like us old Kentuckians do
I put away my banjo
Tied up my mountain songs
I tried to talk like they do out here
I tried to get a long
(Chorus)
All those rainy days
And all those rainy nights
I sure could use some bourbon
To warm me up inside
After three years on the west side
Couldn't stand another day
I went into the shed tonight
And I began to play
Oh Kentucky it's been so long
Sweet down pickin style
Good Kentucky mountain songs
Not heard in quite a while
Every song causin' me to cry
Sung old songs, (I) hadn't sung in years
Played till the Jim Beam bottle ran dry
But couldn't dry the tears
You can't shed Kentucky
You can't lock her away
I guess I'm feeling lucky
My Kentucky's here to stay
