I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad,
Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a-way.
I'm down in the jail on my knees ...
They feed me on cornbread
and beans ...
Your two dollar shoes
hurt my feet ...
Ten dollar shoes fit me fine ...
New York water
tastes like turpentine ...
I'm goin' where the water
tastes like wine ...