everything i own is in my old ford except what s on my back i got one more stop before i go to pick up my last check and i ll leave a note that says goodbye to my good ol gal named fae i d like to see her one more time but it would take another day when i m knee deep in bluegrass then i ll be satisfied i don t care if it s bottom land or rocky mountain high any part of old kentucky s home sweet home to me knee deep in bluegrass is where i want to be i can see uncle bill sitting on the porch pickin at his old banjo looking out across the field watching his green corn grow there s nothing more i m waiting for than to see this road unwind when the city lights are lying in the miles i ve left behind cincinatti s gonna hear hear my ford as we go rolling through but the only thing they ll see of us is just a cloud of blue these wheels ain t gonna make stop in no other town until i know my feet can touch that good kentucky ground 