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