CC7
I'm going down this road feeling bad:
FCC7
Bad luck's all I've ever had;
FCAm
Going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.
[Verse]
CC7
Got me way down in jail on my knees:
FCC7
This old jailer he sure is hard to please
FCAm
Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
CC7
Sweet mama, won't buy me no shoes:
FCC7
Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues;
FCAm
My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord,
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.
CC7
And these two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
FCC7
The jailer won't give me enough to eat,
FCAm
These two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord,
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
[Chorus]
CC7
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes;
FCC7
Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow
FCAm
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord,
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.
[Verse]
CC7Am
Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
FCC7
Lord, I'm going down the road feeling bad,
FC
Bad luck is all I've ever had,
G7C
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way