BILL MONROE


Lonesome Road Blues Lyrics

Lonesome Road Blues - Bill 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

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Songwriter(s): Bill Monroe
Copyright: Champion Music Corp.
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