now this is true

He had two faces, so help me God

Would I lie to you?

One face could scare a person dead

The other face was so well bred

Two faces sittin’ up there

On the same man’s head

I never would stand here

And lie in your face

That’s exactly how it happened

Once upon a Natchez Trace

––You see

Jamie Lockhart had a bad face

Then he had a good face

The good face was like

a preacher’s prayer

Completely honest, so help me God

Would I lie to you?

––And the other face

It was stained with the

juices of the wild

Blackberries out of the woods

And that face was dark

and full of crime

Looks like he’d steal your

bottom dime

And both could talk to a man

At the same damn time

I never would stand here

And lie in your face

That’s exactly how it happened

Once upon a Natchez Trace

––Now what about my great, great,

great, grandmother – Rosamond?

––They say that she could change

the temperature of the moon.

Oh what a girl, now this is true

She made the moon hot,

so help me God

Would we lie to you?

One night she’s sleepin’ in the raw

The moon looked down

and dropped his jaw

He roasted hot as the sun

From the sight he saw

We never would stand here

And lie in your face

That’s exactly how it happened

Once upon a Natchez Trace

(Repeat)

––Well talkin’ about looks reminds

me of the woman they call Salome.

––Yeah, tell us about Salome.

––Well the story goes that one

glance from Salome and every

bullfrog in Yazoo City’d drop dead

o’ heart failure. Oh, Honey!

She was a scrawny, greedy woman

Oh what a scrawny, greedy woman

She had buzzard eyes

She had rat felt paws

She had rabbit long arms

And her fingers were turkey foot claws

And she lusted after ev’ry pair o’ pants

On the Natchez Trace

––Hey, hey, how about her husband,

old Clemment Musgrove?

––He was the most fortunate planter

in the whole Mississippi Territory

He was a rich and lucky planter

Oh what a rich and lucky planter

He took one little seed and

he stuck it in the grown

And from that little seed, I swear,

there was cotton all around

And all them cotton plants were

a hundred and ten feet high

Now, would I lie? Would he lie?

––Hey, tell us about the

famous “Goat” of Rodney.

––Well, the goat, he wasn’t

really a goat.

––What was he?

––He was a boy

––Yeah, but they say his brain was

the size of a scuffernong seed

Goat was his name, now this is true

His head was empty from ear to ear

You could see right through

––Talkin’ about head reminds

me of Little Harp.

––I know what you mean. He was

the most gruesome robber in the

whole history of the Natchez Trace.

--––That’s true

––Thought you was gonna tell us

about a head.

––Let him finish.

He was a mangy looking skunk

When he went by, flowers shrunk

The willows wept and how he stunk

He carried everywhere he went

his brother’s bloody, nasty, mangy,

stinky cut off head in a trunk

We never would stand here

And lie in your face

That’s exactly how it happened

Once upon a Natchez Trace

(Repeat)

A friend and a robber all in one

A girl who made the moon

burn like the sun

A greedy witch, A man that rich

A brain that big, A filthy pig

A token head

And like I said, a hell of a lot

happen ‘round here

Once upon a Natchez Trace,