Kc Jones - North Mississippi All Stars

Early in the mornin' it was drizzling rain

'round the curve come a passenger train

Under the wheel was KC Jones, a mighty man dead and gone

A mighty man dead and gone

Some folks say mister KC couldn’t run

Lemme tell you what KC done

Left out of Memphis, quarter-to-nine

New York City dinner time

KC was walkin' down Nelson lane

Two Policeman lookin' to learn his name

Carry poor KC to the stationhouse

Natural born rounder but they turn him out

On the road again

Natural born Eastman on the road again

The reason I say I’m on the road again

The police arrest me for sellin' gin

Sold my gin and I sold it straight

The police brought me to my woman’s gate

She opened the door, she nodded her head

She said, «Furry, you’re welcome to my foldin' bed»

KC welcome to my foldin' bed

KC told the farmer just before he died

There’s one more road he’d like to ride

The farmer asked KC, «which road is he?»

The Southern Pacific and the Santa Fe

If you want to get to heaven when you D-I-E

Better put on a collar and your T-I-E

Wanna chase a rabbit out a L-O-G

You better raise a commotion like a D-O-G

Come on you men if you want to flirt

Yonder come a woman in a miniskirt

She got a half yard o' ribbon wrapped around her leg

Step like she steppin' on scrambled egg

I’m leavin' Memphis, spread the news

Memphis women don’t wear no shoes

Got my name written on the back of my shirt

Natural born Eastmen don’t have to work

Early in the mornin' it was drizzling rain

'round the curve come a passenger train

Under the wheel was old hobo John

He was a good hobo but he’s dead and gone

Another great man dead and gone