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Going Down The Road Feeling Bad

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 F                                                C        C7   
Bad luck's all I've ever had    
 F                                                        C                    Am  
Going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.   
Verse   
 F                                                                    C            C7   
This old jailer he sure is hard to please   
 F                                                    C                      Am  
Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way   
 F                                                                                                  C            C7   
Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues    
 F                                                          C                        Am  
My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord,   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.   
 C                                                                    C7   
And these two-dollar shoes hurt my feet       
 F                                                                    C      C7   
The jailer won't give me enough to eat,   
 F                                                                      C                      Am  
These two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord,   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way   
 C                                                                        C7   
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes    
 F                                                                                            C        C7   
Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow   
 F                                                                        C                            Am  
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord,   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.   
Verse   
 C                                                                        C7                  Am  
Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,   
 F                                                                          C        C7   
Lord, I'm going down the road feeling bad,   
 F                                                  C   
Bad luck is all I've ever had,   
             G7                                                    C   
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way