The days are growing shorter, Your weathers getting colder. The suns going down, Leaving nothing but a smolder.

Kentucky sun, why are you so cold? You raised me good, you raised me bold. Kentucky sun, why am I so bitter? Medicating my soul with old bourbon liquor.

Kentucky sun, your setting on me. While I’m with you I can no longer breathe. I’m done with you seasons, and I feel no breeze, So I fall to my knees, begging God please.

I don’t want these seasons, But I do need a change. I need an adventure, I need something strange.

Kentucky sun, you’ve always been true, But Kentucky sun, you’ll no longer do. With you I’m settled, complacent and blue. Kentucky sun, I’m setting on you.

• Ry Ryteous Dominietzsche Repasky