blowin down this road

Woody Guthrie

I m blowin down this old dusty road
I m a-blowin down this old dusty road
I m a-blowin down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An I ain t a-gonna be treated this a-way

I m a-goin where the water taste like wine
I m a-goin where the water taste like wine
I m a-goin where the water taste like wine, Lord
An I ain t a-gonna be treated this way

I m a-goin where the dust storms never blow
I m a-goin where them dust storms never blow
I m a-goin 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-lookin for a job at honest pay
I m a-lookin for a job at honest pay
I m a-lookin 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

Your 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-goin down this old dusty road
I m blowin down this old dusty road
I m a-blowin down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An I ain t a-gonna be treated this way