The rain clouds piss on my old Kentucky home
‘Tis springtime, yet snowy and gray
The turf is wet and the outfield is doomed
While the tailgate packs the beer away
The Coopers yell for another bourbon pour
All shitfaced, with no hope in sight
By ‘n by the league comes a-knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home gets fined.
Weep no more McGarvey!
oh weep no more today.
We will soon be gone from the old Kentucky home,
for the new Kentucky home just blocks away.
