Blowing Down The Old Dusty Road (I Ain't Going To Be Treated This Way)

(albüm: Dust Bowl Ballads - 1940)

I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowing down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowing down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way

I'm a-going where the water taste like wine
I'm a-going where the water taste like wine
I'm a-going where the water taste like wine, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-going where the dust storms never blow
I'm a-going where them dust storms never blow
I'm a-going where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
Yes, they say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-looking for a job at honest pay
I'm a-looking for a job at honest pay
I'm a-looking for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

My children need three square meals a day
Now, my children need three square meals a day
My children need three square meals a day, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

You're a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way

I'm a-going down this old dusty road
I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowing down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way