Lord, I hit the road last Sunday
With my baby on my mind
I knew her heart was turning
I could see it in her eyes
So I headed West to Denver
Where the wind blows bitter cold
I would be in good company
With the other lonesome souls
Her love was burning passion
And her skin was soft like silk
Yes, and she was quite good-looking
But honey, its not them looks that killed
She told me one Spring evening
That if she should ever wed
I would be the man to have her
At least, thats what she said
So Ill go up on the mountain
When everyones asleep
And Ill sit there in my sorrow
And the moon and I will weep
Then Ill hit the road tomorrow
Leave my troubles down the line
And Ill never think again, boys
Of that look there in her eyes
And Ill never think again, boys
Of that look there in her eyes