Miss Tennessee came up to me and asked me for a light

Mile wide smile eyes burning bright

Hair was shining in the sun like corn on high

She pulled me in just like her smoke

And held me for a while.

Saw miss Indiana washing her hair in the rain

Water dancing in the light too right to explain

She haunts my memory like a lost refrain

She looked at me and she and looked away

And she didn't look again.

But Kentucky feeling lucky

Kentucky feeling lucky

Miss Louisiana had a funny way to talk

Scent of sweet magnawlia as by the tree you walk

She so smooth just like butterscotch

Melting on your tongue then she's lost. . . .

A voice down there in Georgia comes a whispering through the woods

I'll take you as you are she says and that feels good

She asks for nothing from you but you wish she would

She belongs to the trees she thought you understood

But Kentucky feeling lucky

Kentucky feeling lucky

Kentucky feeling lucky [Don't want me we want the touch]

Kentucky feeling lucky [We need the touch]

A girl from Carolina came and took me by the hand

A long walk through the pines she said she knew I'd understand

The place beneath the sky where the sea meets land

She slipped right through my fingers like that ocean sand

But Kentucky feeling lucky

Kentucky feeling lucky

Kentucky feeling lucky [Something inside]

Kentucky feeling lucky [Says she ain't the kind]

Kentucky feeling lucky [Something inside ~ Don't want me we want the touch]

Kentucky feeling lucky [We need the touch ~ Says she ain't the kind]

She ain't the kind to gets turns at the drop of a name

Something inside that's she's got turns you on. . . .

Kentucky feeling lucky [Something inside ~ Don't want me we want the touch]

Kentucky feeling lucky [We need the touch ~ Says she ain't the kind] etc.

By Daniel Anderson and John Marshall