Lonesome Road Blues - Del McCoury Band

I’m going down this road feeling bad

I’m going down this road feeling bad

I’m going down this road feeling bad, lord, lord

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

Down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees, Great God

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

They feed me on corn bread and beens

They feed me on corn bread and beens

They feed me on corn bread and beens, O lord

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

I ain’t got no shoes on my feet

I ain’t got no shoes on my feet

I ain’t got no shoes on my feet, Lord God

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

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot

It takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my foot, Great God

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

I’m going where the climate suits my clothes

I’m going where the climate suits my clothes

I’m going where the climate suits my clothes, O lord

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

I’m goin' if I never get back

I’m goin' if I never get back

I’m goin' if I never get back, LOrd God

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