East Kentucky, threads of silver Down a rusty railroad track Dusty highway, take me to Denver I will not be comin' back To the mountains of Colorado Like a bandit I will run To the beauty of the mountains To undo what she has done East Kentucky, threads of silver Down a rusty railroad track Dusty highway, take me to Denver I will not be comin' back East Kentucky, I knew your daughter In the early morning rain And in the shadow of the tall pines I did love her with no shame Now the cold, gray hands of winter Lay upon the mountain side There's a bluebird seekin' shelter She ain't got no place to hide She ain't got no place to hide