[1] Look up look down this lonesome [4] road
Hang down your head and [1] cry
For we often lose some things in [4] life
That makes us wonder [1] why

Now the finest love I ever had
Now sleeps beneath the clay
I live in hopes and dreams of her
That we'll meet again someday

Now I often sit and wonder why
Life has to be this way
But after all is said and done
I'm sure God has his say

I'd like to be a small part of life
With some few things to achieve
Just to know I've been a fruitless loss
Would make more poor heart grieve

Now as they lower my casket down
In some lonesome grave to rest
And you take your last look at my face
You can say I did my best