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fried
I'm in a countryfied state of mind
To Kentucky, where I feel alive
Top-down shades on, warm sunshine
Ready for my women and the Southern pride
I'm

Headed to Kentucky down 65
Nothin like the South in the summertime
Sweet tea bourbon and the chicken's fried
I'm in a Countryfied state of mind

I

no such thing as a silent night
In the Bluegrass State, it's a state of mind
And we like our Christmas Kentucky-fried

From Louisville to Harlan
It's

just a state
It's a state of mind

Check your perspective, and let this Kentucky boy
Show you his worldview and feel that Kentucky joy
Check your

I was born and raised in the bluegrass state
Where race horses run and the Wildcats play
Kentucky
We got big city lights and Harlan coal mines
Hills

Tell the Feds

Too Short

Rush Hour [Original Soundtrack]

1998

got lucky, it's not a get-rich scheme
I've been sellin rap tapes since I was 15
I told the Oakland police, too many times
I make a lot of money doin

Well
I ain't ever lived anywhere in Kentucky
But I'd sure like to make it my home
So toss me a lighter
Put some logs upon the fire
And the flames

across her state line
I think she's from Kentucky
She's my buttermilk biscuit
You can call me Colonel Sanders
We original
I'm tryna get across her state

Police state, please state your name
And the town from which you came
I don't care about you
I don't care I point and shoot

Pulled over, no signal

believe in

Streets teach you to be street safe
When you live in a police state
They divide and they preach hate
When you live in a police state
They hit

chicken
Mustard western barbecue sauce,
Dip a tender in and become a boss
Well, I met a man in the state of Kentucky
And he said this life was biscuits

I've been, I've been burning love
Letters from dear, sitting at the bar
My shot glass empty again
My ashtray full of cigars
Kentucky bourbon for

Kentucky Derby (Skrt) 
I'm runnin' 'til it's worth it (No)
Don't make me bring that choppa out
I'll shoot like James Worthy
Got that bitch squirtin'
Shoot

(States, States, States, States)
La police nous tue, gros, c'est les states
(States, States, States, States) piou-piou, piou-piou
Gros, c'est les States

Comin' Home to Kentucky

Kenny Price

Super Sideman

1972

I'm headed for the bluegrass state goin' back where the livin's great
Though my body left one day my mind's never been away from Kentucky Kentucky

out ya mind,

I hate racists fucks,
I hate police too,
Terrorize Black people,
Should be killing you,

We should be protecting,
Respecting,

got
You to do it for free
And Upchurch drove here all
The way from Tennessee
It's early in the mornin' and
I'm climbin' a tree
Just to watch the police

things we can't accept
Like police brutality
Like the three cops that stormed in
To serve a fucking warrant
And a couple seconds later
They shot Breonna

Haulin'

John Hiatt

The Open Road

2010

like biscuits
Makin' all the time in the world
Sun comes up and I'm crossin'
Kentucky state line gonna see my girl
 
She likes it early in

Somebody loves me
Somebody in Kentucky
Loves me
But my heart aches
In this lonely state
If I’m on someone's mind
Even some of the time
Back in Kentucky

want it
Come cop it
Come shopping
Im back trafficking through the mountains
Might hit Kentucky State to have a battle with band
My weed loud and my

the dark
I'll leave whisky back in Tennessee
For Kentucky Green
Kentucky Green

Bluegrass State, I'll never leave
Paducah's quilt show, everyone should see

all them blanks
Send my run in the spot, I'm at a different type of pace
And this peace from Kentucky, I be in different type of states
Paving the way

Bluer Pastures

Dolly Parton

Little Sparrow

2001

heading for bluer pastures 
And back to the one who's heart I broke 
To the bluegrass state of ole Kentucky 
Where he waits with open for me I hope 
Now I'm