Going Down the Road Feeling Bad

Oh, it's 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 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 way

How do you feel about it, Merle?

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 way

And these two-dollar shoes, they hurt my feet

The jailer won't give me enough to eat

Lord, these two-dollar shoes, they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord

And I ain't gonna be treated this 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 way

Yes, I'm going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord

Lord, I'm going down this road feeling bad

Bad luck's all I've ever had, it sure is

And I ain't gonna be treated this way

Take it one time, boys