Looked down, that long old lonesome road.
Looked down, that long old lonesome road.
My poor feet is gettin` tired, but still I`ve got to go.
There`s no train to my hometown, ain`t but the one way to go.
There`s no train to my hometown, ain`t but the one way to go.
That`s mile after mile, tramping that muddy road.
It`s just one thing, that worries me both night and day.
Ain`t but one thing, that worries me both night and day.
There`s a place they call Death Valley, and it`s just halfway.
You can`t see a house, in twenty five miles aroun`.
I can`t see nobody, goin` towards my ol` hometown.
I`ve still got three hundred miles to go, and my poor feet is givin` down.
I can hear the wild cats and panthers, howl when the sun go down.
Can hear the wild cats and panthers, howlin` when the sun go down.
And I`ve got to go through Death Valley, to get to my ol` hometown.
I`ve been trampin` this lonely road, forty nights and days.
My poor legs is gettin` tired, God help me someways.
`Cause I`ve got three hundred miles to go, trampin` in this mud and clay.