Lyric Death Valley Is Just Half Way To My Home ( 30)

Looked down, that long old lonesome road.
Looked down, that long old lonesome road.
My poor feet is gettin tired, but still I ve got to go.

There s no train to my hometown, ain t but the one way to go.
There s no train to my hometown, ain t but the one way to go.
That s mile after mile, tramping that muddy road.

It s just one thing, that worries me both night and day.
Ain t but one thing, that worries me both night and day.
There s a place they call Death Valley, and it s just halfway.

You can t see a house, in twenty five miles aroun .
I can t see nobody, goin towards my ol hometown.
I ve still got three hundred miles to go, and my poor feet is givin down.

I can hear the wild cats and panthers, howl when the sun go down.
Can hear the wild cats and panthers, howlin when the sun go down.
And I ve got to go through Death Valley, to get to my ol hometown.

I ve been trampin this lonely road, forty nights and days.
My poor legs is gettin tired, God help me someways.
Cause I ve got three hundred miles to go, trampin in this mud and clay.