Lonesome Road Blues lyrics

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 * Refrain 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 * Refrain 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 * Refrain 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 * Refrain 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 * Refrain 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 * Refrain