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 thinking 
My thoughts will overflow 
And I can't keep from cryin' 
Can't keep time from movin' slow