The evening sun is beginning to sink low
The evening sun is beginning to sink low
Just a few more hours
Ooh-well-well, and I will have to go
Once I was going down the lonesome road
Once I was going down that lonesome road
I met a man
Ooh-well-well, and he was bound with heavy load
By then the sun had turned now, the whole world red
By then the sun had turned the whole world red
Poor me didn't have no place
Ooh-well-well, now to lay my worried head
Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound
Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound
I let fate be my pillow
Ooh-well-well, my bed be on the ground
When I think about all the bad deeds I have done
When I think about all the bad deeds I have done
I say to myself
Ooh-well-well, I'm a no good son-of-a-gun
