David Rawlings - Cumberland Gap

Bless me well and lucky
For I won’t be back ’til I return
I’m gone to old Kentucky
Cumberland gap, it’s a devil of a gap
That’s what the scouts all tell ya
Sure enough it may get tough
If it doesn’t kill ya, kill ya
Kentucky she’s a waiting on the other side
Give you the fever, put the daylight in your eyes
Brother John’s already gone
With the full-blood Cherokee maiden
He made the trip in the blizzard’s grip
I’d rather wrestle Satan
Cumberland gap, it’s a devil of a gap
Oh, the snow kept coming
Picked her up upon his back
By God, he loved that woman!