Death Valley Is Just Half Way to My Home

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.