Pistol Pete Wearn & the Wildwood Flowers - Going Down the Road Feeling Bad

I'm going down the road feeling bad
Going down that road feeling bad
Going down that road feeling bad, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm going where the water's sweet like wine
I'm going where the water's sweet like wine
I'm going where the water's sweet like cherry wine
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

The water here it tastes like turpentine
The water here it tastes like turpentine
The water here it tastes like turpentine, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this 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 ragged clothes
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

These two-dollar shoes they hurt my toes
These two-dollar shoes they hurt my toes
These two-dollar shoes they hurt my toes, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm going where the dust storms never blow
I'm going where the dust storms never blow
I'm going where the dust storms never blow, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

Lord I miss my home and family so
Oh lord I miss my home and family so
Oh I miss my home and family so, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm blowing down that old dusty road
I'm blowing down that old dusty road
I'm blowing down that old dusty road, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm blowing down that old dusty road, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm blowing down that old dusty road, good lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

Written by:
Helena Raby, Oliver Parry, Peter Wearn

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