Song Lyrics
it s going down the road feeling bad
Got me way down in jail on my knees, i m going down the road feeling bad, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
I m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm, won t you buy me no shoes
It s going down the road feeling bad, won t you buy me no shoes
I m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm, feed me corn
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
Bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is, going where the climate suits my clothes, feed me corn
and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
Going down the road feeling bad, it s going down the road feeling bad
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, bread and peas
And i ain t gonna be treated this a-way, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
Got me way down in jail on my knees, i m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
I m going down the road feeling bad, bread and peas, and these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
going down the road feeling bad
And i ain t gonna be treated this a-way, this old jailer he sure is hrd to please
bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
Got me way down in jail on my knees, going where the climate suits my clothes, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
It s going down the road feeling bad, i m going down the road feeling bad
going down the road feeling bad
Won t you buy me no shoes, i m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, going where the climate suits my clothes Going, this old jailer he sure is hrd to please
I m going where the climate suits my clothes, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
and i ain t gonna be treated this a-way
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, it s going down the road feeling bad
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
My sweet mama won t buy me no shoes, going down the road feeling bad The, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
i m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm
I m going down this road feeling bad, the jailer won t gi me enough to eat
i m going where these chilly winds never blow hmmhmm
I m going where the climate suits my clothes, bad luck is all i ve ever had it sure is
And i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, and these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, the jailer won t gi me enough to eat
and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
my sweet mama won t buy me no shoes
got me way down in jail on my knees
and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad, bad luck s all i ve ever had Down, and these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
Bad luck s all i ve ever had, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
I m going where the climate suits my clothes, and i ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way
Got me way down in jail on my knees, i m going where the climate suits my clothes
bread and peas
My sweet mama won t buy me no shoes, feed me corn