Blowing Down That Old Dusty Road

Country Joe McDonald

I'm blowing down this old dusty road

I'm blowing down this old dusty road

I'm blowing down this old dusty road

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



They say I'm a dust bowl refugee

They say I'm a dust bowl refugee

They say I'm a dust bowl refugee

And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



I'm going where them dust storms never blow

I'm going where them dust storms never blow

Yes I'm going where them dust storms never blow, Lord, Lord,

And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



I'm going where the water tastes like wine

I'm going where the water tastes like wine

I'm going where the water tastes like wine,

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet

It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet

It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,

And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



I'm looking for a job with honest pay

I'm looking for a job with honest pay

I'm looking for a job with honest pay, Lord, Lord,

I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.



Well, I'm a-going down this old dusty road

Yes, I'm going down this old dusty road

I'm going down this old dusty road

And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.