Letra Lonesome Road Blues de Bill Monroe original
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 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 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 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 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 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