| lyric | Look down, look down that lonesome road,
before you travel on.
Look up, llo up and seek yo’ maker
’fore Gabriel blows his horn.
Weary toten’ such a load,
tredging down that lonesome road.
Look down, look down that lonesome road,
before you travel on.
True love, true love, what have I done,
that you should treat me so?
You caused me to walk and talk,
like I never did before. |