The evening sun is beginning to sink low The evening sun is beginning to sink low Just a few more hours Ooh-well-well, and I will have to go Once I was going down the lonesome road Once I was going down that lonesome road I met a man Ooh-well-well, and he was bound with heavy load By then the sun had turned now, the whole world red By then the sun had turned the whole world red Poor me didn't have no place Ooh-well-well, now to lay my worried head Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound Darkness fell upon me and I couldn't hear a sound I let fate be my pillow Ooh-well-well, my bed be on the ground When I think about all the bad deeds I have done When I think about all the bad deeds I have done I say to myself Ooh-well-well, I'm a no good son-of-a-gun