I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad

I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad

I'm a-goin' down this road feelin' bad

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

I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine

I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine

I'm a-goin' where the water tastes like wine

Cause this water round here tastes like turpentine

A two dollar shoe hurts my feet

A two dollar shoe hurts my feet

A two dollar shoe hurts my feet

Lord, a two dollar shoe hurts my feet

I said: a two dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord

Takes a ten dollar shoe to bind my feet

Just a ten dollar shoe to bind my feet

I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

They feed me on cornbread and beans

They feed me on cornbread and beans

They feed me on cornbread and beans

I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail

I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail

I'm a-tired of lyin' in this jail

I ain't gonna be treated this a-way

Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone

Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone

Who'll stir your gravy when I?m gone

When I'm gone to my long lonesome home.