Letras de 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
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
Well, poor Tom Jefferson, he
Loved the little maid out back
Midnight creepin′