Whisky-Blues--Kentucky Thunder - Love Is A Gift

Whisky bluesDaniel Boone cut his way into KentuckyIndians call that place the dark and bloody groundThey opened up the wilderness with courageAnd celebrated with an ol’ hoe downI grew up in the shadow of the mountainsWhere the creeks ran clear and the nine pound hammer swingsMy folks taught me to have pride in ol’ KentuckyAnd it wells inside me every time I singI hear the sound of horse’s hoovesMcCoy-Hatfield mountain feudsThe bluegrass music, that’s Kentucky thunderI hear the rumble from the minesUp dark hollers the moon still shinesSweet Kentucky girls are still the wonderLord and when I die, that’s where I want to lieUntil ol’ Gable blows his final numberAnd it rolls across the sky lineKentucky thunderMy music carried me far from that ol’ home placeBut my roots always ran to that rocky soilAw you can take the boy from ol’ KentuckyBut you can’t take Kentucky from the boyI hear the sound of horse’s hoovesMcCoy-Hatfield mountain feudsThe bluegrass music, that’s Kentucky thunderI hear the rumble from the minesUp dark hollers the moon still shinesSweet Kentucky girls are still the wonderLord and when I die, that’s where I want to lieUntil ol’ Gable blows his final numberAnd it rolls across the sky lineKentucky thunderKentucky thunderKentucky thunderKentucky thunderKentucky thunder