Lyrics:
Way down in Bowling Green
Prettiest girls I've ever seen
A man in Kentucky
Sure is lucky
To live down in Bowling Green
Bowling Green folks treat
Way down in Bowling Green
The prettiest girls I've ever seen
A man in Kentucky sure is lucky
To live down in Bowling Green
Bowling Green folks
clothes
Just a preacher man we called Kentucky Rose
He worked the soul like he worked the land
He spoke in ways that anyone could understand
Way down in Bowlin' Green
Prettiest girls I've ever seen
A man in Kentucky sure is lucky
To love down in Bowlin' Green
Bowlin' Green folks
Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Muss dich wiedersehn, einmal wiedersehn.
Old Kentucky Land, bist meine Heimat.
Dich und Rosemarie vergisst
Up in Kentucky they make a whiskey
They call a Kentucky Straight Whiskey
And up in Kentucky I married a woman
That I bet she is a better woman
Kentucky Rain
Written By Eddie Rabbitt
Seven lonely days and a dozen towns ago
I reached out one night and you were gone
Don't know why you'd
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
Way down in Bowling Green
Prettiest girls I've ever seen
A man in Kentucky sure is lucky
To love down in Bowling Green
Bowling Green folks treat you
Mphe di hoener mphe di Kentucky Fry
Mphe di hoener mphe di lemon en die herb
Mphe di hoener mphe di Kentucky Fry
Chicken Licken mphe di full chicken
Kentucky woman
She shines with her own kind of light
She'd look at you once
And a day that's all wrong
Looks all right
And I love her
God knows, I
Where are you old moon of Kentucky
There's somebody lonesome and blue
With nothing it seems but memories and dreams
Waiting to whisper to you
They
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the old folks are gay
Where the corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While
Mitchter McConnell, you're a mitcherable, old man
35 Years of mitchery across Kentucky land
In '84, you were 42, and now you're seventy-eight
We
Kentucky
I'm very fine, I'm lucky
I'm very fine, I'm lucky
I'm very fine, I'm lucky
Kentucky, Kentucky
Nike in my feet and lowkey
Blue in my body,
Purple pink
Kentucky cream
Fashion nova
Loui V
Purple pink
Kentucky cream
Kentucky cream
Tuesday am I still coming over
Cuz Monday I drunk
Well I ain't got no job
Dried out as a corn cob
Because I got those Western Kentucky Blues
Everything I had, I had to lose
Picked up a couple
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the folks here are gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds
(Dolly Parton)
In my home town of Blackie, Kentucky
He came passin' through one dark, gloomy day
And I considered myself as lucky
When he told me
The sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
It's summer and everyone's gay
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's are in bloom
While the birds
Kentucky boy, you're not supposed to be cool
Why don't you chew tobacco; walk around without shoes
You seem to be intelligent, I'm feeling confused
Chorus
I'm blue and lonesome, yearning to go back home
Home sweet home, I sure do love the sound
Well I'm Kentucky bound, there's bluegrass all
and a lover
A fighter and a saint
A hippie so quaint
With an unexpected fate
Hillsboro Kentucky is where I was raised
In the creeks I played
In the hills I
I got the Dodge tonight, Unless y'all drop me off
Headed to Kentucky down 65,
Nothing like the South in the summertime
Sweet tea, bourbon,
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