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
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