Look down, look down - that lonesome road,
hang down your head and sigh.
The best of friends must part someday,
and why not you and I?

True love, true love, what have I done,
That you should treat me so?
You caused me to talk and walk with you
Like I never done before.

I wish to God that I had died,
Had died 'fore I was born.
Before I seen your smilin' face,
And heard your lyin' tongue.