The Enthusiastic New Guy - Wigwam

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 Now 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 Oh and we're gon' 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" Now Coleman said, "Daddy don't you worry 'bout me I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky 'til the day I D I'm gon' drink that sourmash and I'm gon' race that mare Ooh, I've got me a 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 I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky where that bluegrass grow And I'm gon' play it all night down the new cut road" Now Coleman's daddy said, "What's it all comin' to? Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules Well 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 was raised up solid and he can find his own way But as for me, honey, I'm with you Oh 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 Oh there wouldn't be no Kentucky unless 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 And then he pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune called the New Cut Road

Introducing my friend from the fields You don't have much money, you know how it feels Down at the heels, chasing the blackbirds away Uh huh, uh huh, forever Uh huh, forever now Hi'falutin', I've got my turnips and peels Don't have no shovel, you know how it feels Down at the heels, chasing the blackbirds away Old scarecrow getting nearer and near Well, he could be a schizo or maybe a queer We won't know 'till we get it Together, uh huh, forever Uh huh, forever now Hi'falutin', uh huh

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