paroles de chanson Blowin' Down The Road (I Ain't Going To Be Treated This Way) - 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 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
But 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