Big Bill Broonzy
Big Bill Broonzy - Goin' Down The Road Feelin' Bad lyrics
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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