[Written by Jack Holmes]
Down in old Kentucky
Where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy
Standin' under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knockin'
See the amble rockin'
He sings the boogie blues
While he's hammerin' on the shoes
See the hot sparks a-flyin'
Like Fourth of July-in'
He's even got the horses cloppin'
Pop, down the avenue
Folks love the rhythm
The clang-bangin' rhythm
You'll get a lot o' kicks
Out of the Blacksmith Blues
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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