Текст песни Jefferson Jericho Blues

Well poor Tom Jefferson He loved the little maid out back Midnight creepin' out to the servant's 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 Yeah and I still get nervous 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