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` all day 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 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
Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple
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 the bluegrass grow
I`m gonna play it all night down the new cut road
Coleman`s daddy said now 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
Coleman`s mama said let the boy stay
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
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
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
