歌曲 | New Cut Road |
歌手 | Guy Clark |
专辑 | Live From Austin TX |
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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 |
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 |
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 |