| Oh, it’s going down the road feeling bad
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| Bad luck’s all I’ve ever had
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| Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
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| And I ain’t' a-gonna be treated this a-way
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| Got me way down in jail on my knees
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| This old jailer he sure is hrd to please
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| Feed me corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
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| And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way
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| Sweet mama, won’t you buy me no shoes
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| Lord, she’s left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues
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| My sweet mama won’t buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord
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| And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
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| And these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
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| The jailer won’t gi’me enough to eat
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| Lord, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord
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| And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
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| I’m going where the climate suits my clothes
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| Lord, I’m going where these chilly winds never blow (hmmhmm)
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| Going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord
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| And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
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| Yes, I’m going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
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| Lord, I’m going down this road feeling bad
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| Bad luck is all I’ve ever had (it sure is)
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| And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Down The Road Feeling Bad, artist - Doc & Merle Watson. Album song Elementary Doctor Watson, in the genre Кантри