| 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 |