Going Down the Road Feeling Bad Lyrics & Tabs by Doc & Merle Watson
Going Down the Road Feeling Bad
guitar chords 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 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.
