| Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road | |
| Zingara why, do they speak your name | |
| Whisper like a class? | |
| Why do you walk in empty shoes | |
| Through long and lonely dusk? | |
| Why do you sleep with strangeness | |
| Dream of bitter rage? | |
| Sing your song in the mirror | |
| Like a bird outside a cage | |
| Yea, yea | |
| The land lies large unwinding | |
| Freezing from the miles | |
| But colder still are the home fires | |
| The ashes of the wild | |
| Down the road, down you fly | |
| Never a heart to stay | |
| A lost guitar in fields afar | |
| Ever hell to pay | |
| Strangers are eyes, oh oh | |
| Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Zingara why do they speak your name? | |
| Whisper like a cuss | |
| Why do you walk in empty shoes | |
| In long and lonely dusk? | |
| Strangers are eyes, oh oh | |
| Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road | |
| Down, down, down, down |