In The Hills Of Old Kentucky
Composer(s): Chas. L. Johnson; J.R. Shannon



There's a rose that grows in old Kentucky
She's the sweetest girl I know
With eyes of blue, and manner, too
That have made me love her so
Where the lonely mountain trail is winding
'Round my old Kentucky home
To a simple old log cabin
That is where I soon will roam

In my dreams I see the blue grass waving
And the meadow larks at play
They seem to call me back again to those hills far away
Where the winding trail is filled with sunshine
And the Rhododendron grows
Where the birds are ever singing 
To my own dear Mountain Rose

In the hills of old Kentucky 
Where the birds sing merrily 
And the Southern breeze is playing thru the trees
That is where I belong to be
O'er the mountain trail I'm going
Where my sweet wild flower grows 
In the hills of old Kentucky 
To my Mountain Rose