Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad Songtext

(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 suits my clothes, baby I'm goin' where the weather suits 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