Doc Watson - Going Down This Road Feeling Bad Chords

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Oh, it's going down the road feeling bad
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Bad luck's all I've ever had
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Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
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And I ain't' a-gonna be treated this a-way

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Got me way down in jail on my knees
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This old jailer he sure is hrd to please
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Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
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And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

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Sweet mama, won't you buy me no shoes
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Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues
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My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord
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And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

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And these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
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The jailer won't gi'me enough to eat
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Lord, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord
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And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

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I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
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Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow (hmmhmm)
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Going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord
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And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

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Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
Lord, I'm going down this road feeling bad
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Bad luck is all I've ever had (it sure is)
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And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way