Letra de I'm Goin' Down The Road
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(Big Bill Broonzy)
Goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, baby,
Tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
These two-dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby,
Two-dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
Take a ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, baby
Ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin while the weather suits my clothes, baby
Goin' while the weather suits my clothes, tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin while that chilly wind don't blow, baby
Goin' while that chilly wind don't blow, tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
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