Coalman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool. He was a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules. Coalman Bonner's got a wor' out bow, He been playin' two days down a new cut road.
Now Coalman's little sister said 'you better act right, Your Daddy's going to Louisville, He'll be back tonight. He gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules. Oh, we gonna move to Texas, We just waitin' on mules.
Now Coalman's Daddy, he pulled up in the yard He said 'back up your lives kids, it's getting' too hard. Kentucky's alright but there's too many people Well, just the other day, I thought I saw a church steeple.
Now Coalman said 'Daddy don't you worry 'bout me, I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I dee I'm wanna drink that sour mash, I'm gonna raise that mare Ya, I got me a woman with a foxy red hair
We all been movin' west since the day he got married I'm getting' off the wagon, I'm too old to be carried I'm gonna stay in Kentucky where the blue grass grows I'm gonna play it all night down a new cut road.
Now Coalman's Daddy said, "What's it all comin' to, Young people these days are just stubborn as mules." He can't make um go, he's too old for that It's that damned ol' fiddle and that bowler hat.
Now Coalman's Momma said, "Let the boy stay, 'Cause he's raised up solid, he can find his own way But as for me, Honey, I'm with you Well I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through.
Coalman's little sister, she started in a cry And her Daddy shook his head for the very last time Coalman's Momma said, "Somebody gotta do it, Wouldn't be no Kentucky, less you didn't stick to it, Coalman.
Coalman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin Watched um all go to Texas in a covered wagon He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune down a new cut road...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
