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I Know I'm In Kentucky
When I hear the babe in cabin cry
When I see the black-lunged too young die
I know I'm in Kentucky
When I see the mighty rivers flow
Past city canyons deep in snow
I know I'm in Kentucky.
When I hear the bugler's call in May
For folks to pass their cash away
I know I'm in Kentucky.
When I smell the bourbon on the breath
Of someone at the mangled death
I know I'm in Kentucky.
When I see the burley in the field
And know at once what it will yield
I know I'm in Kentucky.
When I hear the country song
Of doing wife or husband wrong
I know I'm in Kentucky.
When I think of things here I could grieve for
Never once could I ever leave for
I know I'm in Kentucky.
That's exactly the way I feel about Georgia--even with the things that are wrong here--it's home to me and in my blood. I know how you feel and it feels good.
Jessica
And Kentucky is very lucky to have you. wonderful writing, as always!