Have you ever been walking down that lonesome road? Have you ever been walking, walking down that lonesome road? All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's dead and gone. Things look so black, you got to travel alone. Things look so black, you got to travel alone. All you got in this world, Lord I declare she's gone. It ain't too good, ain't got a shelter over your head. It don't look so good, when you ain't got a shelter over your head. When you could have been sleeping on a feather bed, yeah. Walkin'