I looked over Jordan and what did i see?. Commin' for to carry me home. There was a band of angels, a-commin after me. Commin' for to carry me home. .
I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'. I try to make believe there's nothing wrong. But they're always asking me about you darling. And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone.
I ride an old paint he's on the worryside. And I'm a saddle tramp about to cross the great divide. Where there's grass in the coolies and water in the drawl.
Well, I think that I should tell you she's a go-er. And when she goes she won't come back no more. There ain't nothing like it when you've got her all alone.