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Verse |
The green hills of
Kentucky
How they bring back memories
Of childhood ways,
Of summer days,
When life was still so free
Of fishing holes
Sunsets of gold
Skinny dippin' in the creek
The green hills of Kentucky
How they bring back memories |
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Verse |
The green hills of Kentucky
How they bring back memories
Of birds in flight,
Of moon lit nights,
And sweet magnolia trees
Of apple pie
And Mamma's eyes
As she rocked me soft to sleep
The green hills of Kentucky
How they bring back memories |
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Bridge |
I remember
Sitting on the back porch
Playing my guitar
As an evening breeze blew lazily
Through a thousand twinkling stars.
I could hear the sound of a lonely coal train
Moving south to Bowling Green
The clickety-clack of those railroad tracks
Still echo in my dreams
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Verse |
The green hills of
Kentucky
How they bring back memories
Of days of old
When I was bold
And dared to be just me.
How I wish I could go back somehow
To the way it used to be
To the green hills of Kentucky
How they bring back memories.
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Lyrics by Jerome A Holst
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