Blowin’ Down That Old Dusty Road - Woody Guthrie

Written by：Woody Guthrie/Lee Hays

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

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