Look Down That Lonesome Road

Down where that Southern rail

Crosses the Yellow Dog

I met an old auctioneer

I heard his monologue

He said "I got horses

I got mules, I got sheep;

Some I want to sell boy

And some I want to keep

I got a tale or two

That I need to tell;

Sit down beside me

And rest yourself a spell

I've lived a good long life

And I've no regrets;

Let me tell my story

Before I forget

R:

Look down that lonesome road

Before you travel on;

I hate to say goodbye

So I'll just say so long

See the way that bay horse rides

Seems just like a sin

That horse is broke in two

He lost his coupling pin

Yonder there's aman a-coming

He broke his poor heart son;

His head is empty

His bread is just not done

Look at that old mule there

The one with one life left;

He's half blind but

There's work in that mule yet

He carries a heavy load boy

I know him well

They never did give that mule

No back up bell

R:

They say whisky slows you down

It clouds up your thinking;

As long as they make whisky

I say just keep on drinking

A long as life keeps hitting hard

A drink will help you take it;

As long as we drink whisky

They'll keep on making it

Some folks have to slow down

If theyare maimed or lame

Other folks keep moving

They keep rocking on the same

I walk like an old fox

And shake my big old tail

Even though there's a hell hound

He's a-sniffing on my tail

R:

Just kick that old dog

And make sure that he's dead

Some man needs another dog

Don't you hang your little head

There's gonna be a lot more living

After I am gone;

I'll leave a little something for you

To get your share done

R: