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The Birds of Youth
The Wilder Blue
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Grandpa gave a nickel for each yellow squash I'd pick
Puffin' on his pipe while he was whittlin' on a stick
Singin' of cicadas whisperin' in the trees
Summer air was sticky, we were beggin' for a breeze
How I miss that old Kentucky home
Now the birds of youth have flown
My how high the weeds have grown
And now, the pictures are fading
Catch a mess of crappie castin' bobbers from the bank
Makin' home-made ice cream, Daddy help me turn the crank
Granny's mashed potatoes are measured by the pound
Someone say the blessin' and we'll pass the plate around
How I miss that old Kentucky home
Now the birds of youth have flown
My how high the weeds have grown
And now, the pictures are fading
When your world is little it can still be black and white
Momma can we stay up late we're watchin' Nick at Nite
Grandpa talked to Jesus, thanked him that he bled
Smellin' like tobacco as he carried me to bed
How I miss that old Kentucky home
Now the birds of youth have flown
My how high the weeds have grown
And now, the pictures are fading
Of that old Kentucky home
And the birds of youth have flown
My how high the weeds have grown
And now, the Memories are fading
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