paroles de chanson New Cut Road (Live) - Emmylou Harris

Folks, I′d like to do a song
It's written by a friend of mine
He′s name is Guy Clarke
And ah, he recorded it and then Bobby recorded it
It had a big hit and boy when I heard that song, I was so mad that I didn't do it first
It's a great song, it has lots and lots of verses
And ah, I′ve only ventured to do it once
And I, I remembered ′em once so (alright)
We'll see if I can, I can keep my, my average up
And ah, we decided to do the song dfferent from the way everybody else has done it so
The most different thing we can think of was an Accordion
And ah, Tyran Clarke is not speaking to me but
We′re gonna do it anyway
Now, Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool
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
Now, Coleman's little sister said, "You better act right
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"
Now, 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
Why? 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 till the day I d
I′m gonna drink that sourmash and I'm gonna race that mare
And I got me a woman with the fox red hair
Now, y′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"
Now, Coleman's daddy said, "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"
Now, Coleman′s mama said, "Let the boy stay
'Cause 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"
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
Wouldn't be no Kentucky less you didn′t stick to it"
Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin
Watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon
Then he pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow
And he played a little tune called the new cut road