Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad

(Big Bill Broonzy)

Goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby

I'm goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans, baby

I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans, right now

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

These two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby

Two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

Take ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, baby

Ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, right now

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad, baby

I'm goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow, baby

I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow, no more

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes, baby

I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes, tomorrow

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way

I'm goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby

I'm goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way