Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
Played by Jerry Garcia with an unnamed bluegrass band in Burlingame in January 1962.
Thanks to Matt Schofield for the lyrics.
Well it's look up and look down that long lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry, my lord
Hang down your head and cry
Wish to my soul that I'd never been born
Or died when I was a baby, my lord
Died when I was a baby
The best of friends must someday part
Why not you and I my lord
Why not you and I
Well you'd better quit your rough and rowdy ways
Gonna wind up in the County jail someday
wind up in the County jail
Now I wished I had some nice young girl
To tell my troubles to, my lord
To tell my troubles to
(?) the girl that I'm going with
Tells everything that I know, my lord
Tells everything that I know
Well I'm tired of eating that cold corn bread
Sopping my brown salty gravy, my lord
Sopping that salty gravy
Well it's look up and look down that long lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry, my lord
Hang down your head and cry
Jerry Garcia Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
Summer or Fall 1961 | Before The Dead | Garcia with unknown bluegrass band |