Oh my mind is drifting back to that ramshackle shack
In the hills of old Kentucky far away
Oh I never thought I'd yearn, and someday that I'd return
To that ramshackle shack there someday

I can hear the whippoorwill
Softly sending his message from the hill
I will nevermore roam from my old Kentucky home
And that ramshackle shack on the hill

I've a sweetheart waiting there, with her smile and face so fair
There beneath the smiling honeysuckle vine
We'll be happy as can be in that land of melody
When I kiss her and I know that she is mine

I can hear the whippoorwill
Softly sending his message from the hill
I will nevermore roam from my old Kentucky home
And that ramshackle shack on the hill.