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Kentucky You are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me Kentucky I miss your laurel and your redbud trees When I die, I want to rest upon a graceful mountain so high For that is Where God will look for me Kentucky I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight Kentucky I miss the hound dogs chasin’ coons I know that My mother, dad and sweetheart are waiting for me Kentucky I will be coming soon Kentucky From Letras Mania