Good Ole Kentucky Boy

As the sky fills with our smog,
So our difference between good versus evil seems to fog.

Yet evermore you can still find comfort beneath her trees,
For there it’s always cooler, even if just by a few degrees.

Sometimes along these hills, it can get hot out and a little bit yucky,
But my God does that sun shine bright and that water flow true in this beautiful land of Kentucky.

This land reminds me that no matter how big or how small I ever may be,
I wouldn’t change a damn thing about me.

I can add do the math, I can run the numbers, even plot and scheme and ploy.
Yet no matter how hard I try to fight it, at the end of the day I’ll always be this good ole Kentucky boy.