johnny cash - goin' down the road feelin' bad lyrics
i’m going down this road feeling bad
bad luck’s all i’ve ever had
going down this road feeling bad, lord, lord
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a#way
got me way down in jail on my knees
this old jailer he sure is hard to please
feed me on corn, bread and peas, lord, lord
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a#way
sweet mama, won’t 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 gonna be treated this a#way
and these two#dollar shoes hurt my feet
the jailer won’t give me enough to eat
these two#dollar shoes they hurt my feet, lord, lord
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a#way
i’m going where the climate suits my clothes
lord, i’m going where these chilly winds never blow
i’m going where the climate suits my clothes, lord, lord
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a#way
yes, i’m going down the road feeling bad, lord, lord
lord, i’m going down the road feeling bad
bad luck is all i’ve ever had
and i ain’t gonna be treated this a#way
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