New Cut Road chords by Guy Clark

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Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playing fool
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He’s A backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules
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Coleman Bonner’s got a wore out bow
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He’s been playing two days down the new cut road

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Coleman’s little sister said you better act right Coleman
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Daddy;s gone to Louisville He’ll be back tonight
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He’s gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules
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And we going to move to Texas we just waiting on you

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Coleman’s daddy he pulled up in the yard
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He said pack up you lives kids it’s getting to hard
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Kentucky’s alright but there’s too many people
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Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple

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Coleman said daddy you don’t you worry about me
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I'm going to stay here in Kentucky till the day I dee
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I'm going to drink that sourmash I’m gonna race that mare
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I got me a woman with the fox red hair

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Y’all been moving west since the day you go married
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Well I'm getting off the wagon daddy I'm too old to be carried
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I'm going to stay here in Kentucky where that bluegrass grows
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And I'm going to play it all night down the new cut road

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Coleman’s daddy said now what’s it all coming to
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Young people these days are as stubborn as mules
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You can’t make him go he’s too old for that
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It’s that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat

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Coleman’s mama said let the boy stay
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He’s was raised up solid he can find his own way
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But as for me honey I'm with you
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I always thought Kentucky was just passing through

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Coleman’s little sister started in a crying
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And his daddy shook his head for the very last time
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Coleman’s mama said somebody’s got to do it
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There wouldn't be no Kentucky
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Unless you didn't stick to it Coleman

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Coleman Bonner stood on the porch of that cabin
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And watched em all go to Texas in a covered wagon
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He pulled out his fiddle and rosined up his bow
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And played a little tune called the New Cut Road