Paroles de 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