Classic Poem

I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad, yes Lordy,
And I ain't gonna be treated this away.

2

Yes, they fed me on cornbread and beans,
Yes, they fed me on cornbread and beans,
They fed me on cornbread and beans, yes Lordy,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way.

3

Got me way down in jail on my knees,
Got me way down in jail on my knees,
Got me way down in jail on my knees, yes Lordy,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way.

4

Takes a ten dollah shoe to fit my feet,
Takes a ten dollah shoe to fit my feet,
Takes a ten dollah shoe to fit my feet, yes Lordy,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way.

5

I'm a-goin' down where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm a-goin' down where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm a-goin' down where the climate suits my clothes,
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way.