Written by Randy Newman
( Super Songs Unltd/Unichappell Music Inc)
From "John R Cash", 1974, Columbia

Turpentine and dandelion wine,
I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line;
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head,
Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead

Sister Sue is short and stout,
She didn't grow up, she grew out
Momma says she's plain, but she's just being kind
Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind
Don't let her out much except at night
But I don't care 'cause I'm all right

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Young folks roll on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Brother Gene is big and mean,
And he don't have much to say
He had a little woman who he whooped each day,
But now she's gone away
Got drunk last night, kicked momma down the stairs,
But I'm all right, so I don't care

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door

Turpentine and dandelion wine,
I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line;
Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine
Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head,
Goin' higher and higher 'till I'm dead

Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks are rollin' on the floor
Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
Keep them hard times away from my door
Keep them hard times away from my door