Track byThree Dog Night
Turpentine, dandelion wine Turnin' the corner and I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head Gonna hi-di-ha 'til I'm dead Sister Sue, short and stout She didn't grow up she grew out Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind Don't let her out much except at night I don't care 'cause I'm all right Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks lay on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them bad times away from my door Brother Gene, he's big and mean, But don't have much to say He had a little woman that he'd whup each day But now she's gone away He got drunk last night, kickin' Mama down the stairs I'm all right and I don't care Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home And the young folks lay on the floor Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home Keep them bad times away from my door