Текст: Edwin McCain. Far From Over. Kentucky.

The night before your wedding I dreamed what I would say
I beg you for forgiveness for all the mess I made

I dreamed that you were gracious, I dreamed you wished me well
I dreamed that you were vicious, you damned me straight to hell

But oh sweet Kentucky
No matter where I land
I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man

And I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man

I'd tell you that I'm lonely and fame has let me down
Living like a stranger, traveling town to town

And all my aspirations don't amount to much

The wine and the women are such a shameful crutch

But oh sweet Kentucky
No matter where I land
Cause I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man

And I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man

I know you will be happy and I'll be in the band
Cause I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man

And I was just a boy for you
And he will be your man