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