LONG LONESOME ROAD
As recorded by Ian & Sylvia on "Four Strong Winds" (1963)

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 cornbread,
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,
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.