Blue grass and big hearts
Barefoot summers 
That go on forever
Fingers stained dark
From picking berries
Ripe from the bush
Warmed by the sun

Tobacco and thoroughbreds
First Saturday in May
And those horses fly
My Old Kentucky Home
On all our tongues
An anthem that lingers
In our very souls

Deep forests and calm waters
Fishing boats on the lake
Vibrant leaves in the fall
The quiet peace of winter
Covering us like a blanket
Until it’s time to thaw again

The fifteenth state; born in June
The most beautiful place
A commonwealth for all
Where we standed united
As blue blood Kentuckians