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 drove 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 travelling and travelling, seems the road ain’t 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, follow the tombstone and die