Look down, look down, that lonesome road, before you travel on.
Look up, look up, and seek your Maker, before Gabriel blows his horn.

I'm weary toting such a load, traveling down a lonely road.

True love, true love, what have I done to make you hurt me so?
You have made me weak, you have made me moan, like I've never did before.

I'm weary toting such a load, it's tragic down a lonely road.

Don't hang down, don't hang down, your weary head and cry.
The best of friends must cry, why not you and I?

Look down, look down, that lonesome road, before you travel on.
Look up, look up, and seek your Maker, before Gabriel blows his horn.

I'm weary toting such a load, traveling down that lonely road.

True love, true love, what have I done to make you hurt me so?