Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad Songtext

von Big Bill Broonzy

(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 suits my clothes, baby
I'm goin' where the weather suits 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