Kentucky road made of human hair

There's a road in Kentucky where people stop & stare
There's a road in Kentucky composed of human hair
& I'm goin' there soon if I can get there
Kentucky road made of human hair

Well I'm feelin' really lucky & I'm feelin' really scared
I'm feelin' kinda yucky but I ain't afraid of hair
& when I arrive, gonna comb that road up there
Kentucky road made of human hair

I hope it's not greasy, I hope it's really soft
You know hair can be fleecy with a proper cloth
Brushes & furry combs, buckets of shampoo
Well soon I'll be on that road; I can't believe it's true

I've given up on asphalt, sayin' goodbye to cement
I don't need no macadam, don't remember what it meant
Just to give me a highway where the follicles are there
Kentucky road made of human hair

When I die & go to heaven, I know how I'll get up there
I'll just climb on Root 11 composed of angel hair
& I'll climb that road to that gool ol' glowing chair
That heavenly road made of angel hair

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