East Kentucky (Newbury Mickey)

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. [Whistling chorus.] 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.