Lyric New Cut Road

(G. Clark)

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.

--- Instrumental ---

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...