I was looking for greener pastures
When I left my old Kentucky home
I was chasing after dreams I thought I'd master
So I left the one who loved me all along
Thinking only of myself and doing better
Didn't care about the grief I left behind
Didn't even make a card or write a letter
So sure I'd be successful in no time
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
And back to the one who's heart I broke
To the bluegrass state of ol' Kentucky
Where he waits with open for me I hope
[ fiddle - dobro ]
Ain't it funny how you are when you're younger
How what you have is never good enough
How the years will find you searching through your plunder
Looking for the treasures you gave up
Well the seasons came they went the dreams all shattered
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown
Then I realized I'd lost all that had mattered
So with foolish pride aside I'm homeward bound
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures...
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures
Where the blue grass waves sweetly in the wind
Where the bluegrass music's always playing
To the haunting sound of Monroe's mandolin
I'm heading for bluer pastures