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Prints are available in Paper, Canvas, Metal and Acrylic, Phone Cases, Tote Bags, T-Shirts, Framed and Unframed Prints, and More

Framed prints make great gifts for the special people in your life or for yourself!


Horse Farm and Equine, Bourbon Trail, Red River Gorge, The Great Smoky Mountains, and More


Our Gift Shop Sign in the Red River Gorge Area of Eastern Kentucky

Look for this sign when you come to our shop      

Spring Tulips                                                                               









One of the Images from Kentucky's Bourbon Trail

My Old Kentucky Home

My Old Kentucky Home



 Roger with an October Tradition framed print

The Red River Gorge and Natural Bridge State Park are nearby


Our address is

Crafted Traditions, 3360 Highway 191, Campton, KY 41301

Our usual hours are Sat 9:00-3:00 , April - November


We hope to see you

The Kentucky State Song


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, goodnight.

    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 the 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, goodnight.


    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 the sugar-canes 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, goodnight.