Down in the hills of old Tenntucky

I remember the night that I got lucky

I saw you and you saw me

Where the Cumberland River meets the Tennessee

It's good to be good but I'd rather be lucky

Down in the hills of old Tenntucky

Heard the call of a whippoorwill

I thought I smelled a moonshine still

Train whistle moan on down the track

Taking me back

Down in the hills of old Tenntucky

Down in the hills of old Tenntucky

Down in the hills of old Tenntucky

Down in the hills of old Tenntucky