| Coleman Bonner was a fiddle-playing fool
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| A backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
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| Coleman Bonner’s got a wore out bow
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| Been playing two days at the new cut road
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| Coleman’s little sister said, «You better act right, Coleman
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| 'Cause Daddy’s gone to Louisville and he’ll be back tonight
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| He’s gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules
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| We’re gonna all move to Texas, we just waiting on you»
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| Now Coleman’s daddy, he pulled up in the yard
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| Said «Pack up your lives, kids, it’s gettin' too hard
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| Kentucky’s alright but there’s too many people
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| Just the other day, I thought I saw a church steeple»
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| Coleman said, «Daddy don’t you worry 'bout me
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| Gonna stay here in Kentucky 'til the day I d
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| Gonna drink that sour mash, gonna race that mare
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| Gonna find that woman with fox-red hair»
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| Now y’all been movin' west since the day you got married
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| Well I’m gettin' off the wagon, Daddy, I’m too old to be carried
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| Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grows
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| Gonna play it all night down the new cut road
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| Now Coleman’s daddy said, «What's it all coming to?
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| Young people these days, they’re just as stubborn as mules
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| You can’t make him go, he’s too old for that
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| It’s that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat
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| Now Coleman’s mama said, «Aw, let the boy stay
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| 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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| I always thought Kentucky was just passing through
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| Now Coleman’s little sister started in to crying
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| And his daddy shook his head for the very last time
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| Coleman’s mama said, «Somebody's gotta do it
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| Wouldn’t be no Kentucky unless you didn’t stick to it, Coleman»
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| Coleman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin
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| And watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon
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| And he pulled out his fiddle and resined up his bow
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| And played a little tune called the «New Cut Road» |