LONESOME ROAD

Look up and down that lonesome road Hang down your head and cry - my Lord Hang down your head and cry They say all good friends must part sometimes Why not you and I my Lord Why not you and I I wish to the Lord that I've never been born Or died when I was a baby, my Lord Or died when I was a baby I would've not been here eating this cold cold bread And supping this salty gravy, my Lord And supping this salty gravy I wish to the Lord that I've never seen your face Heard your lying tongue, my Lord Heard your lying tongue So look up and down that lonesome road All our friends have gone, my Lord And you and I must go Look up and down that lonesome road Hang down your head and cry - my Lord Hang down your head and cry