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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 ain't' a-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 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
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
