Goin- down the road, Lawd,
Goin- down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road-s in front o- me,
Nothin- to do but walk.
Road-s in front of me,
Walk...an- walk...an- walk.
I-d like to meet a good friend
To come along an- talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an- sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!
Road, road...road...road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no-thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain-t
Fit fer a hoppin- toad.