Three Forks of the Kentucky River Historical Association
by Ralph Carmack
Many months have come and gone
Since I wandered from my home
In those Buffalo Hills where I was born.
Many a page of life has turned,
Many a lesson I have learned,
I feel like in those hills I still belong.
Way back yonder in the Cherokee Nation
I rode my horse to civilization
In the Buffalo Hills where I was born
Way back yonder in the Cherokee Nation
A farmer's life is my occupation
In the Buffalo Hills where I was born.
But now, as I sit here today
So many miles I am away
Thinking of riding my horse through the draw
Where the oak and walnut trees
Caress the playful country breeze
In the Buffalo Hills where I was born.
As I turned life a page
To the place of the Buffalo Stage
In the Buffalo Hills where I was born
Where the black coal rolls and flows
And the snow white dogwoods grow
On Buffalo Creek where I was born.
by Ralph Carmack
Mistletoe Motor Scooter
Published in the Booneville Sentinel, March 18, 2009
Contributed by Tony Root
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