doc watson - going down the road feeling bad lyrics
oh, it’s going down the road feeling bad
bad luck’s all i’ve ever had
going down the road feeling bad, lord, lord
and i aint’ a-gonna be treated this a-way
got me way down in jail on my knees
this old jailer he sure is hrd to please
feed me corn, bread and peas, lord, lord
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a-way
(break)
sweet mama, won’t you buy me no shoes
lord, she’s left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues
my sweet mama won’t buy me no shoes, lord, lord
and i ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
and these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
the jailer won’t gi’me enough to eat
lord, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, lord, lord
and i ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
(break)
i’m going where the climate suits my clothes
lord, i’m going where these chilly winds never blow (hmmhmm)
going where the climate suits my clothes, lord, lord
and i ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
yes, i’m going down the road feeling bad, lord, lord
lord, i’m going down this road feeling bad
bad luck is all i’ve ever had (it sure is)
and i ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
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