Walking walking: Talking to myself
Wondering if I die: Would my baby love somebody else

Sighing and crying: Broke down with the blues
My clothes are worn out: Holes all in my shoes

Walking across the country: Trying to get a stake
Because my baby: Want every cent I make

Tired and hungry: I've been walking many days
Wondering: If my baby would stop her hateful ways

Walking across the country: With my head bowed down
A woman can still make a man: Act like a clown