Kentucky moon

I was born in a tavern.
My mamma, a bottle.
My daddy, a sparkle of Scotch.

Down under Kentucky moon.

Never went to school,
my teacher: tobacco,
my partners: pickpockets & smoke.

Down under Kentucky moon.

I’ve been trapped for years.
Living in a prison
of rows, fights & drunkenness & blues.

Down under Kentucky moon.

But God the good Lord
have helped me he gave me
great wings to fly away from those

sad Kentucky moons.

I know I’m not saved yet,
I walked roads and miles,
with a broken compass in my soul.

Now I’m goin’ back to Kentucky moon!