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'