I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad
I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad
I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine
Cause this water round here tastes like turpentine
A two dollar shoe hurts my feet
A two dollar shoe hurts my feet
A two dollar shoe hurts my feet
Lord, a two dollar shoe hurts my feet
I said: a two dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord
Takes a ten dollar shoe to bind my feet
Just a ten dollar shoe to bind my feet
I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
They feed me on cornbread and beans
They feed me on cornbread and beans
They feed me on cornbread and beans
I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail
I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail
I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail
I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone
Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone
Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone
When I'm gone to my long lonesome home.
