| Goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby
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| I’m goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| I’m tired o’eatin' your corn bread and beans, baby
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| I’m tired o’eatin' your corn bread and beans, right now
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| These two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby
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| Two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| Take ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, baby
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| Ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, right now
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| I’m goin' down this road feelin' bad, baby
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| I’m goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| I’m goin' where the chilly wind don’t blow, baby
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| I’m goin' where the chilly wind don’t blow, no more
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| I’m goin' where the weather suites my clothes, baby
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| I’m goin' where the weather suites my clothes, tomorrow
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way
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| I’m goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby
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| I’m goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
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| I ain’t gonna be treated this-a way |