Lonesome Road Blues

I'm going down this road feeling bad

I'm going down this road feeling bad

I'm going down this road feeling bad, lord, lord

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

I'm down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees, lord, lord

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

They feed me on corn bread and beans

They feed me on corn bread and beans

They feed me on corn bread and beans, lord, lord

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

Got two dollar shoes on my feet

Got two dollar shoes on my feet

Two dollar shoes they hurt my feet, lord, lord

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot, Great God

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

I'm going where the weather fits my clothes

I'm going where the weather fits my clothes

I'm going where the weather fits my clothes, lord lord

And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way