The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home ’Tis summer, the people are gay The corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom While the birds make music all the day 
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor All merry, all happy and bright By’n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door Then my old Kentucky home, good night 
Chorus Weep no more, my lady Oh, weep no more today We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home For the old Kentucky home far away 
They hunt no more for possum 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 the heart With sorrow where all was delight The time has come when the people have to part Then my old Kentucky 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-canes grow 
A few more days for to tote the weary load No matter, ’twill never be light A few more days till we totter on the road Then my old Kentucky home, good-night 
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