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 sometime
Why not you and I, my Lord
Why not you and I?
I wish to the Lord that I'd 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 eatin' this cold cornbread
And supping this salty gravy, my Lord
A supping this salty gravy
I wish to the Lord that I'd never seen your face
Heard your lying tongue, my Lord
Heard your lying tongue
So look up and down that lonesome road
Where all of your friends have gone, my Lord
And you and I must go
You better look up and down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry, my Lord
Hang down your head and cry
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