Lyrics New Cut Road - Guy Clark

New Cut Road

Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool
A backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
Coleman Bonner’s got a wore out bow
He’s been playing 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 going to get another wagon and a good pair of mules
And we going to move to Texas we just waiting on you
Coleman’s daddy he pulled up in the yard
He said pack up you lives kids it’s getting 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 about me
I’m going to stay here in Kentucky till the day I d
I’m going to drink that sourmash and race that mare
I got me a woman with the fox red hair
Y’all been moving west since the day you go married
Well I’m getting off the wagon daddy I’m too old to be carried
I’m going to stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows
And I’m going to play it all night down the new cut road
Coleman’s daddy said now what’s it all coming 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 passing 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 got to 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