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