Lonesome Road Blues
  
     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