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