I be'n down in ole Kentucky
Fur a week er two, an’ say,
‘ T wuz ez hard ez breakin’ oxen
Fur to tear myse'f away.
Allus argerin’‘ bout fren'ship
An’ yer hospitality —
Y’ ai n't no right to talk about it
Tell you be'n down there to see.
See jest how they give you welcome
To the best that's in the land,
Feel the sort o’ grip they give you
When they take you by the hand.
Hear‘ em say, “We‘ re glad to have you,
Better stay a week er two;”
An’ the way they treat you makes you
Feel that ev'ry word is true.
Feed you tell you hear the buttons
Crackin’ on yore Sunday vest;
Haul you roun’ to see the wonders
Tell you have to cry for rest.
Drink yer health an’ pet an’ praise you
Tell you git to feel ez great
Ez the Sheriff o’ the county
Ez the Gov'ner o’ the State.
Wife, she sez I must be crazy
‘ Cause I go on so, an’ Nelse
He‘ lows, “Goodness gracious! daddy,
Cai n't you talk about nuthin’ else?”
Well, pleg-gone it, I‘ m jes’ tickled,
Bein’ tickled ai n't no sin;
I be'n down in ole Kentucky,
An’ I want o’ go ag'in.