Country Blues (Kitchen)

Country Blues (Kitchen)

Written by Stephen McCarthy

Tell the porter the engineer

My destination is any place but here

How did I fall between the cracks

Seems my nerve just jumped the tracks

My cousin Henry well he went bad

Took all the money that we had

So I caught the first train I hopped a freight

Down to Mississippi please don't hesitate

So let it roll down to Jackson let it roll

You've got to leave it in the kitchen Mama

That country blues got your soul

I never had a thing against the law

But I couldn't tell the you know just what I saw

But he was looking for a life of pain

And you know he found it with a ball and chain

So let it roll down to Jackson let it roll

You've got to leave it in the kitchen Mama

That country blues got your soul

Now cousin Henry he dropped the dime

Shot the cannonball down the line

Now I need to make things right

I'm going to see my baby tonight

So let it roll down to Jackson let it roll

You've got to leave it in the kitchen Mama

That country blues got your soul

I should have left it in the kitchen Mama

The country blues got your soul

(c) Stephen McCarthy

Published by Buffalo Haid Music (BMI)