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

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

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,

Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight