New Cut Road

Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin’ fool

A backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules

Coleman Bonner’s got a wore out bow

He’s been playin two days down the new cut road

Coleman’s little sister said you better act right Coleman

Daddy;s gone to Louisville He’ll be back tonight

He’s gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules

And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin’ on you

Coleman’s daddy he pulled up in the yard

He said pack up you lives kids it’s gettin’ to hard

Kentucky’s alright but there’s too many people

Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple

Coleman said daddy you don’t neet to worry ‘bout me

I’m gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I d.

I’m gonna drink that sourmash and race that mare

I got me a woman with the fox red hair

Y’all been movin’ west since the day you go married

Well I’m gettin’ off the wagon daddy I’m too old to be carried

I’m gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows

And I’m gonna play it all night down the new cut road

Coleman’s daddy said now what’s it all comin’ to

Young people these days are as stubborn as mules

You can’t make him go he’s too old for that

It’s that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat

Coleman’s mama said le the boy stay cause

He’s raised up right and he can find his own way

But as for me honey I’m with you

I always thought Kentucky was just passin’ through

Coleman’s little sister started in a crying

And his daddy shook his head for the very last time

Coleman’s mama said somebody’s gotta do it

There wouldn’t be no Kentucky unless you didn’t stick to it Coleman

Coleman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin

And watched em all go to Texas in a covered wagon

He pulled out his fiddle and rosined up his bow

And played a little tune called the New Cut Road