Kentucky Morning

I am the one who stayed behind While the others were going away To the mills of Chicago, to the plants of Detroit For the promise of a five dollar day They would come by in December While the folks were alive With gifts from the money they made And they'd talk of the nights neath the bright city lights And wonder how I ever stayed (And I'd tell them) Oh, your bright lights don't shine like a Kentucky morning You can't hear a whippoorwill out on the street Give me a good piece of land and an old cane back rocker While life goes on and on and on, while life goes on and on I took the train out of Corbin and headed up north To visit a brother of mine Said he'd talk to his foreman for to get me a job Working graveyard assembly line And I was there with my brother making factory pay But Lord my soul was alone And it was four in the morning I shut down my machine And I told them: I'm going home Oh, your bright lights don't shine like a Kentucky morning You can't hear a whippoorwill out on the street Give me a good piece of land and an old cane back rocker While life goes on and on and on while life goes on and on Give me a good piece of land And an old cane back rocker While life goes on and on and on While life goes on and on While life goes on and on