Lonesome Road Blues Lyrics

I'm going down this road feeling bad
I'm going down this road feeling bad
I'm going down this road feeling bad, lord, lord
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Down in the jailhouse on my knees
Down in the jailhouse on my knees
Down in the jailhouse on my knees, great god
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain
They feed me on corn bread and beens

They feed me on corn bread and beens
They feed me on corn bread and beens, o lord
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain
I ain't got no shoes on my feet
I ain't got no shoes on my feet
I ain't got no shoes on my feet, lord god
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain
It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot
It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot
It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot, great god
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, o lord
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain
I'm goin' if i never get back
I'm goin' if i never get back
I'm goin' if i never get back, lord god
And i ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
* refrain