The Road

The hay hung low
Where the road leads I will go
And it's a hard and a crooked life
When You're a dead man's unwedded bride

The hay moves slow
Where the road leads no one knows
And it's a hard and a crooked life
When You're a dead man's unwedded bride

Down by the road sits a man
Who's gray and old
Says the hardest thing I know
Is to see your loved ones go

Down goes the road
Where the wildflowers grow
There's a lake that's dark deep and cold
There I shall lay my bones

Down, down I go
Gonna lay my bruised bones
And the hardest thing they'll know
Just let go
Just let me go