William Campbell Powell © 2024
A4 A A4 A I've got the blues, I ain't worried A4 A A4 A I seen the last of my ol' man E E4 E My last dollar in his pocket A A4 A And a suitcase in his hand Headin' down the road to Memphis Headin' down the lonesome track He's a leavin' me with nuthin' And it's nuthin' I'll take back So I followed close behind him I never saw him look behind But he waited at the crossroads There was evil in his mind. They say he shouldn't a' hit a woman They say she shouldn't a' hit him first They say she shouldn't a' used a breadknife They say the two of us was cursed. So when you get to where you're goin' Jus' keep walkin' t'ward your fate In that place where it ain't snowin' 'Tain't Saint Peter at that gate. I don't wish I never killed you Though the hangman waits for me Soon I'll be walkin' just behind you For the rest of eternity.