Blowing Down This Road

Blowing 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