Kentucky Sun

I can’t live in the city anymore; too many women in the night
I’m headed for the Bluegrass State
Where people love the light and I will run. I’m on the run, run, run
Yeah, I gotta get to the Southland so I can see Kentucky sun

They call it “the meadow land,” the “land of tomorrow.”
From the Cumberland waterfall, to the sassafras of Owensboro
I got to go, go, go
I’ll find peace in the Southland underneath Kentucky sun

The riverbank near Louisville is “dark and bloody ground.”
Lush hills of goldenrods
And then there’s the state fair grounds. There’s enough for everyone
So get to the derby and help yourself to Kentucky sun

I’m not from the Big Apple with its neon night
I come from the Bluegrass State – I got to spread my wings and fly
And I’m on the run, run, run
So get to the Southland and help yourself to Kentucky sun