I know Knox county probably don´t look like much Through the cracked windshield, cross hanginr over the dash But yourd love it too if you grew up Pickin´ flowers right out of the bluegrass
And highway 25 got some bumps in the road And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul And I drove it right out of the bluegrass
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God´s country we call it God´s plan I´ll keep strummin´, long as songs keep comin´ But none of it´s nothin´ I´ll understand How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Turns out I ain´t my biggest believer So you won´t hear me take much of the credit Didn´t even think I was much of a singer Hand on the Bible, I went and read it
He wrote the story, I won´t forget it
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God´s country we call it God´s plan I´ll keep strummin´, long as songs keep comin´ But none of it´s nothin´ I´ll understand How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass
Under that southern sun No matter where I go, I won´t forget where I come from
Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky Here in God´s country, we call it God´s plan I´ll keep strummin´, long as songs keep comin´ But none of it´s nothin´ I´ll understand
Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don´t know how He did all that But He did it right out of the bluegrass Oh, the bluegrass
Oh Woah-oh Right out of the bluegrass Oh, the bluegrass