EIGHT MORE MILES TO LOUISVILLE
(Louis "Grandpa" Jones)

I've traveled o'er this country wide a-seeking fortune fair.
I've been down the two coastlines. I've traveled everywhere,
Form Portland East and Portland West and back along the line.
I'm going now to a place that's best, that old hometown of mine.

CHO: Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my view.
Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue.
I knew some day that I'd come back. I knew it from the start:
Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart.

There's sure to be a girl somewhere that you like best of all.
Mine lives down in Louisville. She's long and she is tall.
But she's the kind that you can't find a-rambling through the land.
I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand. CHO.

Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home,
A humble little hut for two. We'll never want to roam.
The place that's right for that love site is in those bluegrass hills,
Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville. CHO.

Gene

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