Look Down That Lonesome Road

Now where that Southern rail Crosses the Yellow Dog, I met an old auctioneer, I heard him on a log. He said "I got horses, I got mules, I got sheep; Some I want to sell boy And some I want to keep. I got a tale or two That I need to tell; Sit down beside me And rest yourself a spell. I've lived a good long life And I've no regrets; Let me tell my story Before I forget. Look down that lonesome road Before you travel on; I hate to say goodbye So I'll just say so long. See the way that bay horse rides, Seems just like a sin, That horse is broken too, Lost his? and? Yonder there's aman a-coming He broke his poor heart son; His head is empty, His bread is just not done. Look at that old mule there, The one with one life left; He's half blind but There's work in that mule yet. He carries a heavy load boy, I know him well, They never did give a mule That I can't sell. They say whisky slows you down, It clouds up your thinking; As long as they make whisky I say just keep on drinking. A long as life keeps hitting hard A drink will help you take it; As long as we drink whisky They'll keep on making it. Some folks have to slow down If theyare maimed or lame, Other folks keep moving, They keep rocking on the same. I walk like an old fox And shake my big old tail Even though there's a hell hound He's a-sniffing on my tail. Just kick that old dog And make sure that he's dead, Some man needs another dog, Don't you hang your little head. There's gonna be a lot more living After I am gone; I'll leave a little something for you To get your share done.