Under the bluegrass sky

Down the old church walls.

The whispers tell me of stories that never grow old.

Somewhere in the quiet fading town,

Just me and the ghosts of what could be,

Following, the places I’ve been.

Kentucky rain falls like a hymn,

Washing me clean but keeping me thin.

I tried to leave, but the pull’s too strong,

Home is where the sorrow belongs.

Can’t shake the feeling I’m bound to stay,

Forever lost in this bluegrass gray.

Under the bourbon sky,

Stars are fading, no reasons why.

I trace the lines of the old dirt road,

Worn by hearts that carry coal.

I left my home on the hopes I’d find,

Something better to ease my mind.

But each step brings me back to a sound,

Telling me Kentucky’s a battleground.

And I’m just a leaf in the autumn light,

Drifting alone through the Kentucky night.

Kentucky rain falls like a hymn,

Washing me clean but keeping me thin.

I tried to leave, but the pull’s too strong,

Home is where the sorrow belongs.

Can’t shake the feeling I'm bound to stay

lost in the clouds of the bluegrass gray.