She packed her bags and moved to Florida I’ve been blue since she’s been gone
And this bowling green motel room is now my old Kentucky home
All she left me was some whiskey and these funny cigarettes she rolled
It must have been her main intention to watch our dreams go up in smoke
It’s another blue grass morning I’m gonna blow my mind away
In this smoke old motel room looks like it’s gonna be another blue grass day

She’s soaking up the sun in Florida I’m smoking up this motel room
She’s sipping drinks down by the ocean I’m guzzling blue Kentucky moon
It’s another blue grass morning…

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