Look down, look down that lonesome road Before you travel on. Look up, look up and greet your maker, For Gabriel blows his horn. Weary, totin' such a load, Travelin' down that lonesome road, Weary totin', it's such a load, Whike I'm travelin' down,

Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

Look down, look down That lonesome road Before you travel on I'm weary of toting, such a heavy load Trudging down, that lonesome road Look up, look up And seek your maker Before Gabriel blows his horn Before you travel on