D Turpentine and dandelion wine, G I've turned the corner, an' I'm doin' fine. G D Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line; A D Pickin' 'em off with this gun o' mine. G D Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head, A D Going higher and higher 'til I'm dead. Sister Sue is short and stout She didn't grow up, she grew out Mamma says she's plain, but she's just being kind Papa thinks she's pretty, but he's almost blind Don't let her out much except at night But I don't care because I'm all right Chorus: D G D Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. A Young folks roll on the floor. D G D Oh, the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home. A D Keep them hard times away from my door. Brother Gene is big and mean And he don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whooped each day But now she's gone away Got drunk last night, kicked mamma down the stairs But I'm all right, so I don't care Chorus Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner, an' I'm doing fine Shooting at the birds on the telephone line Picking them off with this gun o' mine Got a fire in my belly and a fire in my head Going higher and higher until I'm dead Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D G |