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LONG LONESOME ROAD Look up and down that long lonesome road Hang down your head and cry, my lord Hang down your head and cry. I wish to the Lord I'd never been born, Died when I was a baby, my lord Died when I was a baby. I wouldn't be eatin' this cold corn bread, Soppin' this salty gravy, my lord Soppin' this salty gravy. I wish I had some fine young man To tell all my troubles to, my lord, To tell all my troubles to. 'Cause this young feller that I'm goin' with Tells everything I do, my lord Tells everything I do. Look up and down that long lonesome road, Hang down your head and cry, my lord Hang down your head and cry. Look up and down that long lonesome road, Where all our friends have gone, my lord And you and I must go. from:Ian & Sylvia-Four Strong Winds (Vanguard) filename[ LOOKDOWN rich r APR99  8note Sheet |
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