Kelsey Waldon - Kentucky, 1988 lyrics
[Kelsey Waldon - Kentucky, 1988 lyrics]
Before I was alive, unborned and unnamed
Of two imperfect people into
This world I came
Between walls of knotty pine
A brown trailer on wheels
On a concrete foundation
In the middle of a dove huntin' field
This is my DNA
I wouldn't have it any other way
When things got rough, we did not complain
Kentucky, 1988
I can hear the gravel split from a mile away
Got the hell out of Dodge
In Mama's S-10 Chevrolet
And I was much too young to
Be in the middle back then
But now Daddy's talkin' to us
With bloodshot eyes again
He's sayin' things he don't mean to say
Maybe he should be alone today
But I still love him anyway kentucky, 1988
I know exactly what it's worth
Sun blisters on your skin
An arrowhead in the dirt
The Ohio River rolls on banks of sand
And if it don't flood this year
We'll have crops again
Troubles and trials and come what may
Sunday school for your prayin'
Rotgut for your pain
Granddaddy's a local 181
He's workin' for the Union
A wise woman told me, "Memories
You can choose them"
This is my DNA no matter how far I get away
There's just some things that
Will never change kentucky, 1988
Of two imperfect people into
This world I came
Between walls of knotty pine
A brown trailer on wheels
On a concrete foundation
In the middle of a dove huntin' field
This is my DNA
I wouldn't have it any other way
When things got rough, we did not complain
Kentucky, 1988
I can hear the gravel split from a mile away
Got the hell out of Dodge
In Mama's S-10 Chevrolet
And I was much too young to
Be in the middle back then
But now Daddy's talkin' to us
With bloodshot eyes again
He's sayin' things he don't mean to say
Maybe he should be alone today
But I still love him anyway kentucky, 1988
I know exactly what it's worth
Sun blisters on your skin
An arrowhead in the dirt
The Ohio River rolls on banks of sand
And if it don't flood this year
We'll have crops again
Troubles and trials and come what may
Sunday school for your prayin'
Rotgut for your pain
Granddaddy's a local 181
He's workin' for the Union
A wise woman told me, "Memories
You can choose them"
This is my DNA no matter how far I get away
There's just some things that
Will never change kentucky, 1988