^CI'm going down this road feeling ^C7bad: ^FBad luck's all I've ever ^Chad; ^{C7 F}Going 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 F}Feed 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 F}My 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 F}These 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 F}I'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 F}Bad luck is all I've ever ^Chad, And I ^G7ain't gonna be treated this ^Ca-way