North Mississippi Allstars - K.C. Jones (On the Road Again) lyrics

Early in the mornin' it was drizzling rain 'round the curve come a pa**enger 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 pa**enger 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