Woody Guthrie - Goin' Down the Road lyrics

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