Well, you'll always feel welcome,
And you'll always feel so lucky
When you're stepping through
The green hills of Kentucky!

Some folks came from across the ocean.
Some came through a mountain pass.
Some paddled up the river
'Cause back then there was no gas.

Generation to generation,
It's the music of our past.
Join hands and circle around
In Kentucky's green, green, green grass.

Well, you'll always feel welcome,
And you'll always feel so lucky
When you're stepping through
The green hills of Kentucky!

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