Jefferson Jericho Blues

Well, poor Tom Jefferson, he

Loved the little maid out back

Midnight creepin'

Out to the servant shack

Kept a secret under the bed

Wrapped in a burlap sack

Well, I drove all day and night

Out to Jericho

But in my second mind, I

Knew it was time to go

Every time that bugle blows

Well, she ain't no good for me

But I just can't let go

If I sit here thinkin', my

Thoughts will overflow

And I can't keep from cryin', can't keep

Time from movin' slow

Well, poor Tom Jefferson, he

Loved the little maid out back

Midnight creepin'