Arr. Ian / Sylvia

Look up and down that long lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry, my lord
Hang down your head and cry.

I wish to the Lord I'd never been born,
Died when I was a baby, my lord
Died when I was a baby.

I wouldn't be eatin' this cold corn bread,
Soppin' this salty gravy, my lord
Soppin' this salty gravy.

I wish I had some fine young man
To tell all my troubles to, my lord,
To tell all my troubles to.

'Cause this young feller that I'm goin' with
Tells everything I do, my lord
Tells everything I do.

Look up and down that long lonesome road,
Hang down your head and cry, my lord
Hang down your head and cry.

Look up and down that long lonesome road,
Where all our friends have gone, my lord
And you and I must go.