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