Classic Poem

You may go east, you may go west
And sights so grand you'll see.
But after all, Kentucky is
The place you'll wish to be.

A state that just can't be surpassed
And will keep its fame unto the last;
It makes one feel that he is lucky
If he were born in old Kentucky.

The hills are grand in autumn time
With beautiful hues galore;
That leave you with a longing for
That splendor, to view once more.

With its southern hospitality
And its women always fair;
Where a little bit of heaven
Seems to linger in the air.

The serene and peaceful valleys
On old Big Sandy's banks,
And the green and fertile lowlands
With the best of states they rank.

Tobacco fields and race horse farms,
And forests, thick with game;
Not only add to Kentucky's wealth
But help her with her fame.

For its minerals, iron and coal
Kentucky can't be beat.
And just to go through Mammoth Cave
Is the biggest kind of treat.

When you see the tall blue grass
On fertile fields it waves,
Covering now the Great Meadow
Where wandered Squaw and Brave.

When God calls me away from home,
There's one thing I'd like best;
And that's to lie in Kentucky's soil
Where I know my soul shall rest.