Goin Down The Road Feelin Bad

Carl Perkins

  • Am
  • C
  • C7
  • F
  • G7
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C C7 I'm going down this road feeling bad:
F C C7 Bad luck's all I've ever had;
F C Am Going down this road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way. [Verse]
C C7 Got me way down in jail on my knees:
F C C7 This old jailer he sure is hard to please
F C Am Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
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C C7 Sweet mama, won't buy me no shoes:
F C C7 Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues;
F C Am My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord,
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way.
C C7 And these two-dollar shoes hurt my feet
F C C7 The jailer won't give me enough to eat,
F C Am These two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord,
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way [Chorus]
C C7 I'm going where the climate suits my clothes;
F C C7 Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow
F C Am I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord,
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way. [Verse]
C C7 Am Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
F C C7 Lord, I'm going down the road feeling bad,
F C Bad luck is all I've ever had,
G7 C And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
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