Going Down The Road Feeling Bad (Long Lonesome Road)
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Goin' down that long lonesome road.
Goin' down that long lonesome road, Lord, Lord.
Don't wanna be treated this a way.
Feed me on cornbread and beans…
These two dollar shoes hurt my feet…
Going where the climate suits my clothes…
Goin' where the streets are paved with gold…
Goin' down the road feeling bad…
Going where the water tastes like wine…
I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow…
Sweet mama won't buy me no shoes.
Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet…
Momma told "Don't go way down there"…