Lonesome Road Blues

Lonesome Road Blues

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 gonna be treated this a-way.

I’m way down in jail on my knees,
I’m way down in jail on my knees.
I’m way down in jail on my knees, Lord, Lord,
And 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, Lord, Lord,
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way.

Two dollar shoes hurt my feet,
Two dollar shoes hurt my feet.
Two dollar shoes hurt my feet, Lord, Lord,
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way.

I’m going where the climate fits my clothes,
I’m going where the climate fits my clothes.
I’m going where the climate fits my clothes, Lord, Lord,
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way.

I’m going where the chilly winds don’t blow,
I’m going where the chilly winds don’t blow.
I’m going where the chilly winds don’t blow,
And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way.

Instruction on how to play this song can be found in Wayne Erbsen’s books:  Bluegrass Jamming on Fiddle, Bluegrass Jamming on Mandolin and Bluegrass Jamming on Banjo.

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