2 acessos
C C7 I'm going down this road feeling bad: F C C7 Bad luck's all I've ever had; F C Am Going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord, G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way. [Verse] C C7 Got me way down in jail on my knees: F C C7 This old jailer he sure is hard to please F C Am Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way C C7 Sweet mama, won't buy me no shoes: F C C7 Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues; F C Am My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord, G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way. C C7 And these two-dollar shoes hurt my feet F C C7 The jailer won't give me enough to eat, F C Am These two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord, G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way [Chorus] C C7 I'm going where the climate suits my clothes; F C C7 Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow F C Am I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord, G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way. [Verse] C C7 Am Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord, F C C7 Lord, I'm going down the road feeling bad, F C Bad luck is all I've ever had, G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way