Goin' Down the Road Feelin' Bad Songtext
von Big Bill Broonzy

Goin′ down this road now feelin' bad, baby
I′m goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain′t gonna be treated this-a way
I′m tired o'eatin′ your corn bread and beans, baby
I'm tired o′eatin' your corn bread and beans, right now
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 ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, baby
Ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, right now
I ain′t gonna be treated this-a way


I'm goin′ down this road feelin' bad, baby
I′m goin' down this road feelin′ so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin′ where the chilly wind don′t blow, baby
I'm goin′ where the chilly wind don't blow, no more
I ain′t gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin′ where the weather suites my clothes, baby
I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes, tomorrow
I ain′t gonna be treated this-a way
I′m goin' down this road now feelin′ bad, baby
I'm goin′ down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain′t gonna be treated this-a way