[Verse] Well poor Tom Jefferson He loved the little maid out back Midnight creeping 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 thinking My thoughts will overflow And i can't keep from crying Can't keep time from moving slow