Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad

I'm going down this road feeling bad
Bad luck's all I've ever had
Going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

Got me way down in jail on my knees
This old jailer he sure is hard to please
Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

Sweet mama, won't buy me no shoes
Lord, she's left me with
These lonesome jailhouse blues
My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord
Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
And these two dollar shoes hurt my feet
The jailer won't give me enough to eat
These two dollar shoes they
Hurt my feet, Lord, lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

I'm going where the climate
Suit's my clothes
Lord, I'm going where these
Chilly winds never blow
I'm going where the climate
Suit's my clothes, Lord, lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

Yes, I'm going down the
Road feeling bad, Lord, lord
Lord, I'm going down the road feeling bad
Bad luck is all I've ever had
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

Curiosités sur la chanson Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad de Johnny Cash

Quand la chanson “Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad” a-t-elle été lancée par Johnny Cash?
La chanson Goin’ Down the Road Feelin’ Bad a été lancée en 1982, sur l’album “The Survivors”.

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