The M.T.A.

Lonesome Road - Joan Baez

Written by：Trad Baez

Look up and down that lone lonesome road

Hang down your head and cry my Lord

Hang down your head and cry

They say all good friends

Must part sometimes

Why not you and I my Lord

Why not you and I

Why wish to the Lord that

I've never been born

Or died when I was a baby my Lord

Or died when I was a baby

I would not been here eating

This cold cold bread

And supping this salty gravy my Lord

And supping this salty gravy

Why wish to the Lord that

I've never seen your face

Heard your lying tongue my Lord

Heard your lying tongue

Even look up and down that

Lone lonesome road

All of your friends have gone my Lord

And you and I must go

Even look up and down that

Lone lonesome road

Hang down your head and cry my Lord

Hang down your head and cry