Have you ever been walking down that lonesome road?
Have you ever been walking, walking down that lonesome road?
All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's dead and gone.
Things look so black, you got to travel alone.
Things look so black, you got to travel alone.
All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's gone.
It ain't too good, ain't got a shelter over your head.
It don't look so good, when you ain't got a shelter over your head.
When you could have been sleeping on a feather bed, yeah.
Walkin'