My old Kentucky home - Randy Newman Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner, I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephoneline Pickin' them off with this gun o' mine I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head Growing higher and higher 'till I'm dead Sister Sue she's short and stout She didn't grow up, she grew out Mama thinks she's plain, but she's just being kind Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind We don't let her out much except at night But I don't care 'cause I'm allrightO-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Young folks roll on the floor O-ho, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them hard times away from my door Brother Gene, he's big and mean And he don't have much to say Got a little woman who he whooped eached day But now she's gone away Got drunk last night, kicked mama down the stairs But I'm allright, so I don't care -------------------------------------------------------------------- Rob Heerdink Department of Pharmacoepidemiology & E.R.Heerdink@far.ruu.nl Pharmacotherapy, Utrecht University -watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow-