Tomorrow dies with the morning 
I’m the wrong man listening to the last train leaving 
Got this old red sun whipping me 
I’m in Parchman Farm, I may never go free again 

I can’t go down by myself this dirty road 

Good morning captain, good morning sun 
I hear the water flow but I can’t get none 
So go bring me my shotgun 

I can’t go down by myself this dirty road 

I feel so lonesome in the city 
Gonna take my chance in them hilly countries 

I don’t know what time of the day 
But those silent bells threw their watch away 
Chilly wind blew high now it flies low 
I just can’t go down by myself this dirty road 

I can’t go down by myself this dirty road