Lyrics Woody Guthrie – Going Down The Road Feeling Bad

I’m a-goin’ down this road, feelin’ bad
I’m a-goin’ down this road, feelin’ bad
I’m goin’ down this road, a-feelin’ bad, bad, bad
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way

I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine
I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine
I’m goin’ where the water tastes like wine, wine, wine
And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way

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

Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
I said, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord God
And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way

I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way
And I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way, Lord God
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way