Well, I was born in old Kentucky
In them hills where folks are lucky
From a coal miner's daughter
Right to a coal miner's wife
Oh, the mountain folks love the mountains
White lightning flowed like the fountains
On a Sunday morning
You can hear all the good folks singing
They'd sing, "It's God's country
In these hills He walks
And in the middle of the night
You can hear Him talk
It's the closest place to heaven
That I know
If you wanna get to heaven
Get your road map out
It's called the Bible
If you have one doubt
I guess, my friends
You must be on the wrong route"
Well, I miss the old camp meeting time
And dinner on the ground
What I miss most is everything
Like all the country sounds
Like the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill
Sang me to sleep every night
And the whistle of the old freight train
Before daylight
It's God's country
In these hills He walks
And in the middle of the night
You can hear Him talk
It's the closest place to heaven
That I know
If you wanna go to heaven
Get your road map out
It's called the Bible
If you have one doubt
I guess, my friends
You must be on the wrong route
It's God's country
In these hills He walks
And in the middle of the night
You can hear Him talk
It's the closest place to heaven
That I know
And my old Kentucky home's
Far away