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CI'm going down this road feeling C7bad:
FBad luck's all I've ever Chad; C7
FGoing down this road feeling Cbad, Lord, AmLord,
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way.
CGot me way down in jail on my C7knees:
FThis old jailer he sure is hard to Cplease C7
FFeed me on corn, bread and Cpeas, Lord, AmLord
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way
CSweet mama, won't buy me no C7shoes:
FLord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse Cblues; C7
FMy sweet mama won't buy me no Cshoes, Lord, AmLord,
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way.
CAnd these two-dollar shoes hurt my C7feet
FThe jailer won't give me enough to Ceat,C7
FThese two-dollar shoes they hurt my Cfeet, Lord, AmLord,
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way
CI'm going where the climate suits my C7clothes;
FLord, I'm going where these chilly winds never Cblow C7
FI'm going where the climate suits my Cclothes, Lord, AmLord,
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way.
CYes, I'm going down the road feeling C7bad, Lord, AmLord,
FLord, I'm going down the road feeling Cbad, C7
FBad luck is all I've ever Chad,
And I G7ain't gonna be treated this Ca-way
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