LYRICS

I'm Going Down The Road

Iím going down the road feeling bad, Lord
Iím going down the road feeling bad,
Iím going down the road feeling bad, oh, Lord,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this way.

Iím going where the water tastes like wine, Lord
Iím going where the water tastes like wine
Iím going where the water tastes like wine, oh, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this way.

Iím going where the climate suits my clothes,
Iím going where the climate suits my clothes,
Iím going where the climate suits my clothes, oh, Lord
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this way.

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet,
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, oh, Lord,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this way.

I'm going down this old dusty road, Lord
I'm going down this old dusty road,
I'm going down this old dusty road, oh, Lord,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this way.

Traditional, adapted and arranged by W. Guthrie & L. Hayes

Folkland Songs