Country Blues (Kitchen)

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 them, 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