Lyrics Bobby Bare – Going Down The Road (I Ain’t Going To Be Treated This Way)

I’m going down the road feeling bad
I’m going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Oh they feed me on cornbread and beans
They feed me on cornbread and beans
They feed me on cornbread and beans, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Going where the water tastes like wine
Yea, I’m going where the water tastes like wine
I’m going where the water tastes like wine, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet
Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet
Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord
I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m looking for a job, move on and spread
I’m looking for a job, move on and spread
I’m looking for a job, move on and spread, Lord, Lord
I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going down that old dusty road
Yea, I’m going down that old dusty road
Going down that old dusty road, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going down the road feeling bad
I’m going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way