Letra de «Goin Down The Road Feelin Bad»
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
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
