I know Knox county probably don't look like much Through the cracked windshield, cross hangin' over the dash But you'd 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 of the bluеgrass
Turns out I ain't my biggest believеr 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 Woah-oh Oh Woah-oh
Compositores: Anne Wilson, Emily Weisband & Nicolle Galyon