I'm Goin' Down The Road                                    Big Bill Broonzy


Goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby,
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, baby,
Tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, right now,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby,
Goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad,
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 a ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, baby,
Ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, right now,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby,
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm goin while the weather suits my clothes, baby,
Goin' while the weather suits my clothes, tomorrow,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm goin while that chilly wind don't blow, baby,
Goin' while that chilly wind don't blow, tomorrow,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.

I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby,
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad,
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way.


From the album: Blues Roots vol.4