Feelings and thoughts of when I lived as a boy in the Kentucky hills.
I think of my home in the Kentucky hills.
Where I lived as a boy doing God's will.
Life had a meaning on Sunday mornings.
Going to country church down the road,
To worship God with family and friends.
I wonder why I left my country home,
To live in the city for reasons unknown.
In this world of sin it's a struggle to live in.
Kentucky hills I hear you calling me,
Sweet memories of when I was a teen.
Kentucky hills where I lived a life of joy,
I'll treasure the memories of this boy.
I would give away all the riches I have,
To relive one day as a boy in my past.
In those Kentucky hills of my youth,
When I was to young to know the truth.
How much I'd miss my country home,
In the mountain hills if I left on my own.
It's been said you can't go home again.
That all changed from my life back then.
But I can dream of how sweet life was,
Living in Kentucky hills my home of love.