I'm going down the road feelin' bad
I'm going down the road feelin' bad
I'm going down the road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this away
I'm way down in jail on my knees,... (×3)
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,... (×3)
They feed me on cornbread and beans,... (×3)
These two dollar shoes hurt my feet,... (×3)
Ten dollar shoes suit me fine,... (×3)
I'm going if I never come back,... (×3)

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