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