Going Down the Road Feeling Bad - The Soul Stirrers

I’m blowin' down this old dusty road

I’m a-blowin' down this old dusty road

I’m a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this a-way

I’m a-goin' where the water taste like wine

I’m a-goin' where the water taste like wine

I’m a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

I’m a-goin' where the dust storms never blow

I’m a-goin' where them dust storms never blow

I’m a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

They say I’m a dust bowl refugee

Yes, they say I’m a dust bowl refugee

They say I’m a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

I’m a-lookin' for a job at honest pay

I’m a-lookin' for a job at honest pay

I’m a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

My children need three square meals a day

Now, my children need three square meals a day

My children need three square meals a day, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

Your a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet

Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet

Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way

I’m a-goin' down this old dusty road

I’m blowin' down this old dusty road

I’m a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord

An' I ain’t a-gonna be treated this way