Last year Commonwealth Stadium received a much needed facelift when it received new video boards and sound system. Unfortunately, it’s had a negative impact the crowd sings “My Old Kentucky Home”, one of our greatest pre-game traditions. If you are at the game tonight, I hope you brought lyrics or binoculars, because I’ll doubt you’ll be able to read the lyrics off of the video board (if you can even find it).
This picture was taken at the beginning of the Kent State game while the stadium should have been singing “My Old Kentucky Home”. Unfortunately, it was almost completely silent.
I would assume it’s because the lyrics are hidden under the scoreboard and the font is extremely small.
I know many of you are probably saying that any “real uk fan” should know the lyrics by heart (and I agree), but there’s nothing that will bring down the excitement faster than 70K (well, 40K this year) fans humming until they can get to “Weep no more my lady”.
We have these great video boards that wrap the stadium and I would love to see this area be used for the lyrics instead of hiding them below the scoreboard.
So.. Here are the lyrics for you to study or sing along…
My Old Kentucky Home
Words and Music by: Stephen C. Foster
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home
‘Tis summer, the people are gay;
The corn top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day;
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy, and bright,
By’n by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Chorus
Weep no more, my lady,
Oh weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the ‘possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by that old cabin door;
The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the people have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Chorus
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the people may go;
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where sugar-canes may grow;
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, ’twill never be light,
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!
Chorus
