Eight More Miles To Louisville

[ with Grandpa Jones ] I've traveled o'er the country wide a seekin' fortune fair I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere From Portland East and Portland West and back along the line I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine 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 home town of my heart [ banjo - keyboards ] 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 Oh eight more miles and Louisville... [ banjo - keyboards ] 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 bluegra*s hills Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville Eight more miles to Louisville...