Archive for the ‘Kentucky’ Tag

Kentucky Moonshiner

Ive been a moonshiner for 17 long years
Ive spent all my money for whiskey and beers
Ill go to some holler, I’ll put up my still
I’ll make you one gallon for a two dollar bill

I’ll go to some grocery, and drink with my friends
No women to follow to see what I spends
God bless those pretty women I wish they were mine
Their breath smells as sweet as dew on the vine

I’ll eat when am hungry and drink when am dry
If moonshine don’t kill me I’ll live till I die
God bless those moonshiners I wish they were mine
Their breath smells as sweet as the good old moonshine

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My Darling Nellie Gray

Theres a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore
Where I whiled many happy hours away
While a sitting and a smiling by the little cottage door
Where lived my darling Nellie Gray

Oh my poor Nellie Gray they have taken her away
And I’ll never see my darling any more
I am sitting by the river and Im weeping all the day
Since youve gone from the old Kentucky shore

When the moon had climbed the mountain and the stars were shimmering to
Id take my darling Nellie Gray
And we’ed float down the river in my little red canoe
And my banjo sweetly I would play

One night I went to see her but shes gone the darkies say
The whiteman has bound her with his chain
He has taken her to Georgia there to wear her life away
While she toils mid the cotton and the cain

My eyes are getting blind and I cannot see my way
Hark I see someone knocking at my door
Oh I hear my angels calling and I see my Nellie Gray
Farewell to the old Kentucky shore

My Old Kentucky Home

The sunshines bright in the old Kentucky home
Tis summer the darkies are gay
The corntops ripe and the meadows in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folk roll on the little cabin floor
All merry and happy and bright
Bye by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home goodnight

Weep no more my lady oh weep no more to day
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away

They hunt no more for the possom and the coon
On the meadow, the hill, and the shore
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon
On the bench by the old cabin door
The day goes by like a shadow o’re my heart
With sorrow where all was delight
A time has come when the darkies have to part
Then my old Kendtucky home good-night

The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darkey may go
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar cane grows
A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter twill never be light
A few more days till me totter on the raod
Then my old Kentucky home good-night

F.M.M
Dec 2nd 1933