Look Down That Lonesome Road

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Down where that Southern rail 
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crosses the Yellow Dog

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I met an old auctioneer, I heard 
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his monologue

He said I got horses, I got mules, I
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 got sheep

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Some I want to sell boys and some
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 I want to keep


(B part)

B            E           B      
Says I got a tale or two that I 
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need to tell

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Sit down beside me and rest 
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yourself a spell

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I've lived a good long life and 
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I've no regrets

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B              E     B    
Let me tell my story before I 
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forget.


Chorus:-
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Look down that lonesome road 
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before you travel on

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I hate to say goodbye so I'll 
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just say so long


(A part)
See the way that bay horse rides, 
seems just like a sin
That horse is broke in two, he lost 
his couplin' pin
Yonder there's a man a comin', bless
 his poor heart son
His head's all empty, his bread is 
just not done.

(B Part)
Look at that old mule there, the one
 with one lamp lit
He's half blind but there's work in 
that mule yet
He'll pull a heavy load boy, I know 
him well
They never did give that mule no 
back up bell

Chorus

(A Part)
They say whiskey slows you down and 
clouds up your thinkin'
As long as they make whiskey I'd say
 we'll keep on drinkin'
As long as life keeps hitting hard a
 drink will help you take it
As long as we drink whiskey they'll 
continue to make it.

(B Part)
Some folks have to slow down if 
they're maimed or lame.
Other folks keep movin', keep 
rockin' on the same.
I walk like an old fox - shake my 
big old tail
Even though there's a hell hound 
he's sniffin' on my trail.

Chorus

(B Part)
Just kick this old dog and make real
 sure he's dead,
Then go find another dog, don't you 
hang your little head.
There's gonna be a lot of livin', 
after I am gone;
I'll leave a little for you son come
 get your share done.