Song Length |
5:30 |
Genre |
Country - General |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Content, Charming |
Subject |
Teachers, Hell |
Similar Artists |
Lucinda Williams |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Somebody Loves Me in Kentucky
By Randi McMatthew
I was a rock-a-bye baby in the summer backyards
Sputnik crossed the sky when I was five
Turning in circles, I saw Jesus in the clouds
And I prayed that he would always be my guide.
I fell in love with the boy next door
He was a regular Daniel Boone
Good as gold; ten times as pretty
I loved the touch of his hand
I see his brown eyes shinin' when I see
Black-eyed-Susans
And every time I hear 'Suzanne.'
It was a time of war
It was a time of peace and love
Of miracles and music everywhere
What didn't make you laugh
Was sure to scare you silly
We were young and we had nothin' to compare.
Many points of view came callin' us by name
Do not lose your perfect balance
You will never be the same
We had military heroes, conscientious objectors
Evangelists and psychedelic wonders everywhere
Every boy on every corner had a song up his sleeve
And he was lookiní for the long blonde hair.
Well, I said: 'Hey! Daniel Boone,
Where are we now? Is there a heartbeat,
Deep in the middle of America?'
Weíre nowhere near where we began
We raised our kids in foreign lands
We put our arms around the world a little tighter.
You can call me names and leave me cryin' in the rain
Shower me with blame but it wonít touch me
Call me lucky,
Somebody loves me in Kentucky.
I have lost my sister; I have lost my brother
We just laid my parents in the ground
Iíve blown kisses at a hearse
Iíve thrown thank-yous on the wind
Said: 'I love you.'
Only silence was returned.
I don't understand it
I'm totally at a loss
I am dressed for the occasion
But I still have my schoolgirl thoughts
I am who I am; I am only who I am
And what if I don't know?
What if I donít know any more?
He said: 'Come home, you rollin' stone.'
Who wouldn't want to be held in his arms?
Who wouldn't want to play in their own backyard?
Maybe I just want to be well thought of
By somebody who remembers me
When I was a baby.
You can call me names and leave me cryin' in the rain
Shower me with blame but it won't touch me
Call me lucky,
Somebody loves me in Kentucky.
Call me lucky,
Somebody loves me in Kentucky.
Copyright 2002 Randi McMatthew
Diamond Bar Music Publishing/ BMI