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