LOW ROAD
(Shell - Price)
MAC CURTIS (KING 4965, 1956)

I'm travelling down the low road
Where red lights are all blue
I see a million faces
And they all look like you
I'm travelling down the low road
Of pain and misery
The sidewalk's black, the sun's kept out
By weeping willow trees
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome I could die
So lonesome I could die

I'm travelling down the low road
It's paved with broken hearts
The traffic's filled with fools like me
Who were losers from the start
I've crossed a hundred rivers
That flow with bitter tears
From broken love affairs like mine
Collected through the years
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome I could die
So lonesome I could die

I've crossed a hundred rivers
That flow with bitter tears
From broken love affairs like mine
Collected through the years
I was travelling on the express way
Until you said goodbye
I got sidetracked on the low road
I'm so lonesome I could die
So lonesome I could die