Paris, Amsterdam, Even Greece

Out there, there’s Paris, Amsterdam, even Greece.
But for me, I find my joy in the land of Kentucky amongst her ever unexplainable peace.

She hides her secret just out there right past the county line,
Out here where her Kentucky air smells ever so fine,
I swear to you there’s nothing more divine.

Believe me when I tell you, it brings me chills,
Knowing that of all of us – it’s me that gets to live amongst these Kentucky hills.

Just as sure as that sun sets off in the distance,
I am eternally grateful for my shot at existence.

And in her arms I thank the mother god for this chance,
this chance not just to be, but this chance to dance.

When it comes to Kentucky, she’s a paradise of beauty in abundance,
She’s simplicity in its purest existence,
Atop her hills, she’s a place to see purity all along the distance.