Spoken:
He rode easy in the saddle. He was tall and lean
And at first you'd a-thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so down right strong
But one look in his eyes and you knowed you was wrong
He was a mountain of a man, and I want you to know
He could preach hot hell or freezin' snow
He carried a Bible in a canvas sack
And folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black
He was poor as a beggar, but he rode like a king
Sometimes in the evening, I'd hear him sing:

I gotta walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
Oh nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself

Spoken:
If ever I could have thought this man in black
Was soft and had any yellow up his back
I gave that notion up the day
A lumberjack came in and it wasn't to pray
Yeah, he kicked open the meeting house door
And he cussed everybody up and down the floor!
Then, when things got quiet in the place
He walked up and cussed in the preacher's face!
He hit that Reverend like a kick of a mule
And to my way of thinkin' it took a real fool
To turn the other cheek to that lumber jack
But that's what he did, The Reverend Mr. Black
He stood like a rock, a man among men
And he let that lumberjack hit him again
And then with a voice as quiet as could be
He cut him down like a big oak tree, when he said:

You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
No, nobody else can walk it for you
You gotta walk it by yourself
Spoken:
It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I can still hear his sermon's ring
Down in the valley where he used to sing
I followed him, yes sir, and I don't regret it
And I hope I will always be a credit
To his memory 'cause I want you to understand
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man!

You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
No, nobody else can walk it for you
Tou gotta walk it by yourself

You gotta walk that lonesome valley
You gotta walk it by yourself
No, nobody else can walk it for you
Tou gotta walk it by yourself