Bill Monroe - Lonesome Road Blues lyrics

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Lonesome Road Blues - Bill Monroe

(Album: Mr. Bluegrass; Monroe)

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

Down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees

Down in the jailhouse on my knees,Great God

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

* Refrain

They feed me on corn bread and beens

They feed me on corn bread and beens

They feed me on corn bread and beens, O lord

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

* Refrain

I ain't got no shoes on my feet

I ain't got no shoes on my feet

I ain't got no shoes on my feet, Lord God

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

* Refrain

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

* Refrain

I'm going where the climate suits my clothes

I'm going where the climate suits my clothes

I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, O lord

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

* Refrain

I'm goin' if I never get back

I'm goin' if I never get back

I'm goin' if I never get back, LOrd God

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

* Refrain