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 sour mash 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 comin' 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