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
I'm gonna lay my bruised bones
And the hardest thing they'll know
Just let go
Just let me go
