Bound No’th Blues


Goin’ down the road, Lawd,

Goin’ down the road.

Down the road, Lawd,

Way,way down the road.

Got to find somebody

To help me carry this load.




Road’s in front o’ me,

Nothin’ to do but walk.

Road’s in front of me,

Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.

I’d like to meet a good friend

To come along an’ talk.




Hates to be lonely,

Lawd, I hates to be sad.

Says I hates to be lonely,

Hates to be lonely an’ sad,

But ever friend you finds seems

Like they try to do you bad.




Road, road, road, O!

Road, road…road…road, road!

Road, road, road, O!

On the no’thern road.

These Mississippi towns ain’t

Fit fer a hoppin’ toad.


Langston Hughes