Oh, the sun shines bright
On my old Kentucky home
Such a capitalist mindset, "my". As if ownership should be celebrated. Disgusting.
'Tis summer,
The old folks are gay
So we went from racist terms to ageist terms? Is that much better?
Well, the corn top's ripe
And the meadow's in the bloom
Sure, the corn is ripe and the meadow is blooming because the Europeans came over here and kicked out the natives and raped the land.
While the birds make music
All the day
Nature is there for nature itself. Not for your ears to find enjoyment in it.
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
Please don't assume anyone's gender and please do not tell womyn how to feel, misogynists.
We sing one song
For my old Kentucky home
For my old Kentucky home
Far away.
Well, the young folks roll
All around the cabin floor
Children are gift from mother Gaia and should not be cooped up rolling on wooden floors.
They're merry, all
Happy and bright
Their emotions and intelligence should not matter to you nor me. Please allow the children to find their own identities without input from so-called adults.
By 'n by hard times will
Hard times? Rather phallic, don't you think. Paging Dr. Freud.
A-come a-knockin' at my door
Please no not steal the vernacular of marginalized citizens.
Then my old Kentucky home
Good night
If I CHOOSE to have a 'good night', that is my decision. Don't try to influence my emotions with your songs.