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,

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

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