There's a place in western Kentucky I know That is hidden way back in the trees The air there's filled With a high lonesome sound That'll make you fall down on your knees Rosine I cry Where do you hide Way back in old Kentucky When the sun goes down On that small small town You can see that big blue moon shine There's a little community standing there Set on a foundation of faith You can feel him there Every Sunday morn At the altar is where it takes place Rosine I cry Where do you hide Way back in old Kentucky When the sun goes down On that small small town You can see that big blue moon shine I know Bill's there somewhere in the pines I can hear that mandolin play They played him down Six feet in the ground But his memory will not go away Rosine I cry Where do you hide Way back in old Kentucky When the sun goes down On that small small town You can see that big blue moon shine You can see that big blue moon shine Yo-de-lay-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee