| 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. |