Daniel Boone cut his way into Kentucky Indians call that place the dark and bloody ground They opened up the wilderness with courage And celebrated with an ol' hoe down I grew up in the shadow of the mountains Where the creeks ran clear and the nine pound hammer swings My folks taught me to have pride in ol' Kentucky And it wells inside me every time I sing I hear the sound of horse's hooves McCoy-Hatfield mountain feuds The bluegra** music, that's Kentucky thunder I hear the rumble from the mines Up dark hollers the moon still shines Sweet Kentucky girls are still the wonder Lord and when I die, that's where I want to lie Until ol' Gable blows his final number And it rolls across the sky line Kentucky thunder My music carried me far from that ol' home place But my roots always ran to that rocky soil Aw you can take the boy from ol' Kentucky But you can't take Kentucky from the boy I hear the sound of horse's hooves McCoy-Hatfield mountain feuds The bluegra** music, that's Kentucky thunder I hear the rumble from the mines Up dark hollers the moon still shines Sweet Kentucky girls are still the wonder Lord and when I die, that's where I want to lie Until ol' Gable blows his final number And it rolls across the sky line Kentucky thunder Kentucky thunder Kentucky thunder Kentucky thunder Kentucky thunder