Cliff Carlisle — Goin’ Down The Road Feeling Bad

[Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way I'm down in the jailhouse on my knees Down in the jailhouse on my knees Down in the jailhouse on my knees, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way [Chorus 2] They feed me on corn bread and beans They feed me on corn bread and beans They feed me on corn bread and beans, lord, lord [Verse 2] And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way Got two dollar shoes on my feet Got two dollar shoes on my feet Two dollar shoes they hurt my feet, lord, lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way [Chorus 3] 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 [Chorus 4] I'm going where the weather fits my clothes I'm going where the weather fits my clothes I'm going where the weather fits my clothes, lord lord And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way