God's Country

Well I was born in old Kentucky
 In them hills where folks are lucky
 From a coal miner's daughter right to a coal miner's wife
 Well the mountain folks love the mountains
 White lightning flowed like the fountains
 On a Sunday morning you can hear all the good folks singin
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 It's God's country in these hills he walks
 And in the middle of the night you can hear him talk
 It's the closest place to heaven that I know
 If you wanna get to heaven get your road map out
 It's called the bible if you have one doubt
 I guess my friends, you must be on the wrong route
 Well I miss the old camp meeting time and dinner on the ground
 What I miss most is everything like all the country sounds
 Like the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill sang me to sleep every night
 And the whistle of the old freight train before daylight
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 And my old Kentucky home's far away