Lyrics:

Well poor Tom Jefferson
He loved the little maid out back
Midnight creepin out to the servants 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 aint no good for me
But I just cant let go
If I sit here thinkin
My thoughts will overflow
And I cant keep from cryin
Cant keep time from movin slow