My old Kentucky home
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Going higher and higher till I'm dead

Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn't grow up, she grew out
Momma says, she's plain but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Brother Gene is big and mean and he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whooped each day
But now she's gone away got drunk last night
Kicked momma down the stairs but I'm all right
So I don't care

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher till I'm dead

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home




Keep them hard times away from my door
Keep them hard times away from my door

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Johnny Cash's My Old Kentucky Home are a seemingly innocent sounding song, but upon deeper inspection, there are dark undertones hidden within the lyrics. The singer of the song is a person who has faced difficult circumstances in their life but has come out of them strong and resilient. They have turned a corner and are "doing fine," but their method of coping involves shooting birds with a gun and drinking turpentine and dandelion wine. The lyrics are a clear depiction of a person who has experienced hardship and has found ways to cope that may not be the healthiest.


The song also paints a picture of a dysfunctional family. The singer describes their sister Sue as short and stout, implying that she is overweight, and their mother says she is plain. However, their father believes she is pretty, but he is almost blind. The family keeps Sue at home most of the time, only allowing her out at night. The singer's brother Gene is described as big and mean, having a history of physical abuse towards his former partner. The family dynamics presented in the song are far from healthy, indicating an environment that may have contributed to the singer's reliance on substances and erratic behavior.


Overall, the song is a powerful commentary on the effects of hardship and dysfunctional family dynamics. The lyrics paint a poignant picture of a person who has overcome their struggles but continues to suffer from the effects of those struggles.


Line by Line Meaning

Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've had some hard times, but now I'm doing better.


I've turned the corner an' I'm doin' fine
I've overcome my struggles and I'm doing well now.


Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
I'm enjoying simple pleasures in life.


Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
I'm taking control of my life and feeling powerful.


Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
I'm full of passion and determination.


Going higher and higher till I'm dead
I'll keep striving to achieve my goals until the end of my life.


Sister Sue is short and stout, she didn't grow up, she grew out
My sister is overweight and hasn't had an easy life.


Momma says, she's plain but she's just being kind
My mother is trying to be nice when describing my sister's appearance.


Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind
My father loves my sister no matter what she looks like.


Don't let her out much except at night
My sister doesn't go out much because of her weight and self-consciousness.


But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
I'm happy with myself and don't let others' opinions affect me.


Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
I love my home and feel grateful for what I have.


Young folks roll on the floor
We have fun and enjoy ourselves in our home.


Keep them hard times away from my door
I want to keep the good times going and not have to deal with any more struggles.


Brother Gene is big and mean and he don't have much to say
My brother is tough and doesn't talk much.


He had a little woman who he whooped each day
My brother used to abuse his wife.


But now she's gone away got drunk last night
His wife left him because he was abusive and he's struggling with it.


Kicked momma down the stairs but I'm all right
My brother was violent towards our mother, but I'm not affected by it.


And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
We continue to have fun in our home despite the struggles.


Keep them hard times away from my door
I don't want any more problems in my life.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: HEINZ ROEMHELD, STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER

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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

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I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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