Hard Luck Blues

Well, rocks is my pillow

The cold ground is my bed

The highway is my home

So, I might as well be dead

I'm walkin' and walkin'

Seems I have no place to go

My mother's dead and gone

Father throwed me from his door

I got one pair of shoes

Don't even have a change of clothes

I got one pair of shoes

Don't even have a change of clothes

And this road I gotta travel

Is so muddy and cold

Well, I'm gonna get religion

Learn how to pray

I need help bad

Lord, and that is the only way

I'm travelin' and travelin'

Seems the road has got no end

And I ain't got nobody

In this mean old world to call my friend

I got so much trouble

Sometimes I could cry

I got so much trouble

Sometimes I could cry

I'm gonna find my mother's grave

Fall on the tombstone and die