Kentucky Breeze

The lights out in the city look awful dim

The sun’s early burn, the evening fires lit

The air out here is sweeter and the hills have their own song

The ones whose roots grow through its soil, they still sing along

Life it changes, I can’t change it, things they live and die

But I still carry, Lord I carry all the memories in my mind

The stories in these hills, the history in the creek

They dwell in me, Lord they dwell

That Kentucky breeze still smells like home and Lord I love the smell

There’s always tomorrow and not enough of yesterday

There’s just some old dirt roads even the rain can’t wash away

And in these hills I hear my mother, the seed that grew my kin

Time and years pass us by but I still walk with them

Life it changes, I can’t change it, things they live and die

But I still carry, Lord I carry all the memories in my mind

The stories in these hills, the history in the creek

They dwell in me, Lord they dwell

That Kentucky breeze still smells like home and Lord I love the smell