Monday, July 4, 2011

The Kentucky River

The mighty Kentucky River

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 Although it has the color of caramel and home to some 200 pound paddle fish,
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it's a symbol of  the Kentuckians.
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 Where the historic High Bridge was once the highest bridge over a navigable stream.

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Now the Dixie Belle calls the river its home.

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The Belle takes you down to where no one has not set a foot on since Daniel Boone and his pioneers.
Where the palisades tower over you.

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The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
'Tis summer, the people are gay;
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day;
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright,
By'n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door;
The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the people have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the people may go;
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where sugar-canes may grow;
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light,
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

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