Back in Kentucky

Soon I’ll be back in Kentucky
Commuter trains and high flying planes are gonna take me
Across the country to where my heart belongs
Ya here I come

Rolling green hills and miles of white fences
Where horses roam I’ll find my home by the river
Winding through the towns into Paradise
Ya here I come

I wanna be where the air is clear
Surround myself where my family is near
Ya here I come

With the Sun streaming through the shutter
I’ll wake up to fresh biscuits and butter
Coffee by the field, a morning mist hanging low

And in the barn where we once cured tobacco
We’ll play guitars in our rennovated studio
Till the fireflies take flight
Over the frogs who stare with delight
I can no longer wait so here I go

Rounding Fleishman’s corner
Up Steeple Drive where there’s only five mailboxes
That’s where I turn to see the Sycamore
Off our old dirt road

The kids they scream knowing Uncle’s here
Surrounding myself where my family is near
Ya here I come

Chorus

John Andrew
August 2020