Katonah

I'm going to Katonah to bury Jack Johnson
And give his poor Mama a moment's distraction
I once took the Taconic, when I was a teenager,
Down to Katonah, to see her and her young son

Now I'm driving North, it was South before
I remember the tolls and digging for quarters
Now I'm digging for more

Who would have ever thought, looking at the shot of Jack
As a baby with his grandmother, sitting on the outer reach of Westchester

I'm going to Katonah to bury Jack Johnson
And give his poor Mama a moment's distraction