There was an old lady ruining my life
She wouldn't let her daughter become my wife
But the devil intervened one hot summer night
My baby she doesn't have to know
I was a Yankee on the wagon way down south
When a Kentucky girl showed me what love was about
One night she was running errands in town
When the shack on the ridge started to burn down
There's a fire on the top of that Blue Grass Ridge
Where the mother of a Kentucky red head lives
I committed a sin that very night
I hope my darling forgives
I went to the top to put out that fire
When I did succumb to my burning desire
I traded my horse and 10 pails of water
For a single bottle of rye
I watched it while it burned saw the sparks flye
it reminded me of New England on the 4th of July
I could hear her scream I could her her cry
but I was being selfish, I didn't reply
There's a fire on the top of that Blue Grass Ridge
Where the mother of a Kentucky red head lives
I committed a sin that very night
I hope my darling forgives
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