In northern land, lost and lonesome The crowds walk by as he stands still A mountain boy up in the flatlands Misses his darlin' back in the hills Now, not a word as they're passing Not a sign there's anyone home Just making steps towards the next one All the while time keeps ticking on Oh, take me back to Kentucky Let me sleep in her loving arms Let me watch that fading ridge line Let me die where I was born It's too damn cold for holey blue jeans It's too damn cold in my bed In my dreams, you're right next to me But I wake up feeling frigid and dead So, take me back to Kentucky Let me sleep in her loving arms Let me watch that fading ridge line Let me die where I was born Someday soon will be my last one Get my rocking chair and best bourbon Face me west out on the front porch And I'll fade out with the sun But, take me back to Kentucky Let me sleep in her loving arms Let me watch that fading ridge line Let me die where I was born Let me die where I was born