[ with Grandpa Jones ]      I've traveled o'er the country wide a seekin' fortune fair   I've been down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere   From Portland East and Portland West and back along the line   I'm goin' now to a place that's best that old home town of mine   Eight more miles and Louisville will come in to my view   Eight more miles on this old road and I 'll never more be blue   I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the start   Eight more miles to Louisville the home town of my heart   [ banjo - keyboards ]   There's sure to be a girl somewhere that you like best of all   Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall   But she's the kind that you can't find a rambling through the land   I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand   Oh eight more miles and Louisville...   [ banjo - keyboards ]   Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home   A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam   The place that's right for that love site is in those bluegrass hills   Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville   Eight more miles to Louisville...