Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead

Sister Sue, she's short and stout
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind
Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much 'ccept at night
Well I don't care 'cause I'm all right

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Brother Gene, he's big and mean
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whipped each day
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night kicked mama down the stairs
But I'm all right so I don't care

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Turpentine and dandelion wine
I've turned the corner and I'm doing fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line
Pickin' 'em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head
Goin' higher and higher until I'm dead