Big Bill Broonzy — I'm Goin' Down The Road lyrics

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Goin’down this road, now, feelin’bad, baby,
Goin’down this road feelin’so miserable and bad,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m tired eatin’your corn bread an’beans, baby,
Tired eatin’your corn bread an’beans, right now,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m goin’down this road, now, feelin’bad, baby,
Goin’down this road feelin’so low and bad,
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 a ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, baby,
Ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, right now,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m goin’down this road, now, feelin’bad, baby,
Goin’down this road feelin’so miserable and bad,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m goin while the weather suits my clothes, baby,
Goin’while the weather suits my clothes, tomorrow,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m goin while that chilly wind don’t blow, baby,
Goin’while that chilly wind don’t blow, tomorrow,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.
I’m goin’down this road, now, feelin’bad, baby,
Goin’down this road feelin’so miserable and bad,
I ain’t gonna be treated this a’way.