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