oh well i ain t goin down that big road by myself oh lord now i ain t goin down that big road by myself lord can t carry my baby gonna carry somebody else oh well the sun gonna shine into my back door someday oh yeah well the sun gonna shine into my back door someday well big wind s gonna come up and blow my blues away big aida left savannah lord it did not stop you what a sort of daughter fireman went and got the ball of hardware reach in the corner mama hand me my travelin shoes well you know by that i ve got them big road blues oh well the sun gonna shine into my back door some my back door some someday lord the sun gonna shine into my back door someday well a big wind s gonna come up and blow my blues away oh well i ain t goin down that big road by my i said by my by myself lord i ain t goin down that big road by myself lord can t carry my baby gonna carry somebody else