Blowing Down That Old Dusty Road Songtext

von Country Joe McDonald

I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

I'm going where them dust storms never blow
I'm going where them dust storms never blow
Yes I'm going where them dust storms never blow, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

I'm going where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine,
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

I'm looking for a job with honest pay
I'm looking for a job with honest pay
I'm looking for a job with honest pay, Lord, Lord,
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.

Well, I'm a-going down this old dusty road
Yes, I'm going down this old dusty road
I'm going down this old dusty road
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.