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Guy Clark : New cut road lyrics

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Guy Clark lyrics : "New cut road"

Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
He's 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
Now Coleman's daddy he pulled up in the yard

He said pack up your lives kids it's gettin' too hard
Kentucky's alright but there's too many people
Oh just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple

Nopw Coleman said daddy don't you worry bout me
I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I D
I'm gonna drink that sourmash and gonna race that mare

And find that woman with the fox red hair
Now you all been movin' west since the day you got married
Well I'm gettin' off the wagon daddy I'm too old to be carried

Gonna stay here in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow
I'm gonna play it all night down the new cut road
[ fiddle ]

Now Coleman's daddy said what's it all comn' to
Young people these days are just 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
Now Coleman's mama said let the boy stay
Cause he's raised up solid and he can find his own way

But as for me honey I'm with you
I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through
Now Coleman's little sister then she started into a cryin'

And his daddy shook his head for the very last time
Coleman's mama said somebody's gotta do it
Wouldn't be no Kentucky less you didn't stick to it Coleman

Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin
And he watched 'em 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 called the New Cut Road
[ fiddle ]

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