Lonesome Road Blues

Traditional

Tommy Jarrell

I’m going down this long, lonesome road
Yes, I’m going down this long, lonesome road
Going down this long, lonesome road
Lord I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way.

Oh I’m way down in jail on my knees
Lord I’m way down in jail on my knees
Oh I’m way down in jail on my knees
Lord they feed me on cornbread and peas.

Oh it’s mama won’t buy me no shoes
No mama won’t buy me no shoes
No mama won’t buy me no shoes
Lord I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way.

Oh, that sweet talking don’t do my baby no good
No, sweet talking don’t do my baby no good
Oh, sweet talking don’t do my baby no good
I’d go back and see her if I could.

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