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