Stephen Foster
The [G] sun shines [G7] bright on my [C] old Kentucky [G] home. 'Tis summer, the [A7] old folks are [D7] gay. The [G] corn top's [G7] ripe and the [C] meadow's in [C] bloom, While the [Em] birds make [D] music [D7] all the [G] day
The young folks [G7] roll on the [C] little cabin [G] floor, All merry, all [A7] happy and [D7] bright. By 'n [G] by hard [G7] times come a- [C] -knocking at the [G] door, then my [Em] old Kentucky [A7] home, [D7] good [G] night.
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They [G] hunt no [G7] more for the [C] 'possum and the [G] coon, On meadow, the [A7] hill and the [D7] shore. They [G] sing no [G7] more by the [C] glimmer of the [G] moon, on the [Em] bench by that [D] old [D7] cabin [G] door.
The day goes [G7] by like a [C] shadow o'er the [G] heart, with sorrow where [A7] all was [D7] delight. The [G] time has [G7] come when the [C] old folks have to [G] part, then my [Em] old Kentucky [A7] home, [D7] good [G] night.
[ CHORUS ] - - - [G] Weep no [C] more my [G] lady. Oh [C] weep no more [G] today. We will sing one [G7] song for the [C] old Kentucky [G] home, for the [Em] old Kentucky [A7] home [D7] far [G] away.
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The [G] head must bow and the [C] back will have to [G] bend, wherever our [A7] future may [D7] go. A [G7] few more days and the [C] troubles they will [G] end, in the field where [D7] sugar-canes may [G] grow.
A few more days for to [C] tote the weary [G] load, no matter, 'twill [A7] never be the [D7] light. A [G] few more days till we [C] totter on the [G] road, then my [Em] old Kentucky [A7] home, [D7] good [G] night.
[ CHORUS ] - - - [G] Weep no [C] more my [G] lady. Oh [C] weep no more [G] today. We will sing one [G7] song for the [C] old Kentucky [G] home, for the [Em] old Kentucky [A7] home [D7] far [G] away.
