I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
Lord, I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
Well, I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord,
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I ain't got but one old lousy dime,
Lord, I ain't got but one old lousy dime,
Well, I ain't got but one old lousy dime, Lord, Lord,
But I'll find me a new dollar some old day.
A two dollar shoe won't fit my feet,
Lord, a two dollar shoe won't fit my feet,
Well, a two dollar shoe won't fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,
Lord, takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,
Well, takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes,
Lord, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes,
Well, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
Lord, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
Well, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine, Lord, Lord,
'Cause this water round here tastes like turpentine.
I'm tired of lyin' in this jail,
Lord, I'm tired of lyin' in this jail,
Well, I'm tired of lyin' in this jail, Lord, Lord,
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
Yes, they feed me on cornbread and beans,
Lord, they feed me on cornbread and beans,
Well, they feed me on cornbread and beans, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated thisaway
Who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone?
Lord, who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone?
Well, who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone? Lord, Lord,
When I'm gone to my long, lonesome home--
Lord, I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
Well, I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord,
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I ain't got but one old lousy dime,
Lord, I ain't got but one old lousy dime,
Well, I ain't got but one old lousy dime, Lord, Lord,
But I'll find me a new dollar some old day.
A two dollar shoe won't fit my feet,
Lord, a two dollar shoe won't fit my feet,
Well, a two dollar shoe won't fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
Takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,
Lord, takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet,
Well, takes a ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes,
Lord, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes,
Well, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord,
'Cause I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
Lord, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
Well, I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine, Lord, Lord,
'Cause this water round here tastes like turpentine.
I'm tired of lyin' in this jail,
Lord, I'm tired of lyin' in this jail,
Well, I'm tired of lyin' in this jail, Lord, Lord,
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
Yes, they feed me on cornbread and beans,
Lord, they feed me on cornbread and beans,
Well, they feed me on cornbread and beans, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated thisaway
Who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone?
Lord, who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone?
Well, who'll stir your gravy when I'm gone? Lord, Lord,
When I'm gone to my long, lonesome home--
inviata da Pluck - 14/5/2025 - 10:41
Lingua: Inglese
Goin' Down The Road Feeling Bad - Woody Guthrie
Alan Lomax: Popular Songbook
Alan Lomax: Popular Songbook
GOIN' DOWN THE ROAD FEELING BAD
Parlato:
Here's the old song, it was wrote by a colored slave that run off from his master and went back up north. He was a southern slave and you run up north and it's pretty cold up there. So he worked around up there a little bit and stayed in jails and everything was treated like a dog.
And so, awful cold up north and so he wrote this song or got it started.
I'm going down that road feeling bad,
Yes I'm going down that road feeling bad.
I'm going down that road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
Well, I'm way down in jail on my knees,
They got me way down in jail on my knees.
They got me way down in jail on my knees, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
They feed me on cornbread and beans,
Yes they feed me on cornbread and beans.
Yeah, they feed me on cornbread and beans, Lord,
And I ain't 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,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
'Cause a five dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,
Oh,a five dollar shoe hurts my feet,
Yes, a five dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going where the chilly winds never blow,
Going where the chilly winds never blow,
I'm going down where the chilly winds never blow, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going down that road feeling bad,
Yes, I'm going down that road feeling bad,
I'm going down that road feeling bad, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
.
Oh, I ain't gonna be treated this way.
Parlato:
Here's the old song, it was wrote by a colored slave that run off from his master and went back up north. He was a southern slave and you run up north and it's pretty cold up there. So he worked around up there a little bit and stayed in jails and everything was treated like a dog.
And so, awful cold up north and so he wrote this song or got it started.
I'm going down that road feeling bad,
Yes I'm going down that road feeling bad.
I'm going down that road feeling bad, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
Well, I'm way down in jail on my knees,
They got me way down in jail on my knees.
They got me way down in jail on my knees, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
They feed me on cornbread and beans,
Yes they feed me on cornbread and beans.
Yeah, they feed me on cornbread and beans, Lord,
And I ain't 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,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
'Cause a five dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,
Oh,a five dollar shoe hurts my feet,
Yes, a five dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes,
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going where the chilly winds never blow,
Going where the chilly winds never blow,
I'm going down where the chilly winds never blow, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.
I'm going down that road feeling bad,
Yes, I'm going down that road feeling bad,
I'm going down that road feeling bad, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
.
Oh, I ain't gonna be treated this way.
inviata da Pluck - 20/5/2025 - 11:49
Lingua: Inglese
Meritevole di citazione questa versione con Cisco Houston e Sonny Terry del 1964 e tratta dall'album :
Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs, Vol. 2
℗ 2012 Smithsonian Folkways.
Woody Guthrie Sings Folk Songs, Vol. 2
℗ 2012 Smithsonian Folkways.
GOIN' DOWN THIS ROAD FEELIN' BAD
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,bad,bad
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine, wine,wine
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 gonna be treated thisaway.
Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet,
I said, your two dollar shoe hurts my feet,
Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,Lord
An’ I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,Lord ,Lord
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad,bad,bad
An' I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine,
I'm goin' where the water tastes like wine, wine,wine
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 gonna be treated thisaway.
Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet,
I said, your two dollar shoe hurts my feet,
Your two dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord,Lord
An’ I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway,Lord ,Lord
I ain't gonna be treated thisaway.
inviata da Pluck - 26/8/2025 - 19:27
Lingua: Inglese
Versione di Elizabeth Cotten - 1958
Album :
Folksongs and Instrumentals with Guitar 1958 *
Smithsonian Folkways.
Album :
Folksongs and Instrumentals with Guitar 1958 *
Smithsonian Folkways.
Elizabeth Cotten's 1958 debut album Folksongs and Instrumentals with Guitar, (aka Freight Train and Other North Carolina Folk Songs and Tunes) is best known for containing the earliest recording of her classic "Freight Train." The breadth of her repertoire and her endearing style have captivated generations of guitarists and fans of traditional American music. Cotten's self-taught, upside-down, left-handed playing style on the guitar and banjo made her a true original. Many of her deeply personal compositions, such as the immortal "Oh Babe It Ain't No Lie," are included. “[A] classic and belongs in every collection..." — Blues Review Quarterly.
GOING DOWN THE ROAD FEELING BAD
Going down the road feeling bad
Honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
Honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
I don't want to be treated this way
Girl I love done turned her back on me
Honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
Honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
I don't want to be treated this way
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Honey babe Lord
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Lord it blowed like it ain't gonna blow no more
Going down the road feeling bad
Honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
Honey babe Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
I don't want to be treated this way
Girl I love done turned her back on me
Honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
Honey babe Lord
Girl I love done turned her back on me
I don't want to be treated this way
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Honey babe Lord
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Thought I heard a whistle blow
Lord it blowed like it ain't gonna blow no more
inviata da Pluck - 27/8/2025 - 18:24
Commento alla canzone:
"Going down this road feeling bad" (Me ne vado per questa strada e mi sento male)
di Woody Guthrie - 1939.
Guthrie la canta per la prima volta nel 1939 quando viene invitato sul set del film tratto dal libro di Steinbeck, "Furore", per raccontare la sofferenze della popolazione fuggita dall’Oklahoma. La canzone è una preghiera affinché ci sia più rispetto per la dignità umana. Il ritornello " An’I aint’t a-gonna be treated this way" ripete la stessa richiesta di non essere maltrattato e di essere considerato al pari di ogni altro essere umano, senza alcuna distinzione di ordine sociale.
Il ritratto di questi vagabondi al pari di lui è quello di un popolo di grandezza biblica, che lotta per vedere riconosciuta la propria dignità: è "voce d’un popolo che grida nel deserto", ma che non trova alcun Dio pronto ad ascoltarlo e a riscattarlo.
Fonte:
Patria Indipendente n.150 - 2017
Il menestrello antifascista e antisistema - Chiara Ferrari
"Going down this road feeling bad" (Me ne vado per questa strada e mi sento male)
di Woody Guthrie - 1939.
Guthrie la canta per la prima volta nel 1939 quando viene invitato sul set del film tratto dal libro di Steinbeck, "Furore", per raccontare la sofferenze della popolazione fuggita dall’Oklahoma. La canzone è una preghiera affinché ci sia più rispetto per la dignità umana. Il ritornello " An’I aint’t a-gonna be treated this way" ripete la stessa richiesta di non essere maltrattato e di essere considerato al pari di ogni altro essere umano, senza alcuna distinzione di ordine sociale.
Il ritratto di questi vagabondi al pari di lui è quello di un popolo di grandezza biblica, che lotta per vedere riconosciuta la propria dignità: è "voce d’un popolo che grida nel deserto", ma che non trova alcun Dio pronto ad ascoltarlo e a riscattarlo.
Fonte:
Patria Indipendente n.150 - 2017
Il menestrello antifascista e antisistema - Chiara Ferrari
Pluck - 9/9/2025 - 21:41
Lingua: Inglese
Il testo della prima registrazione nota di "Going Down The Road Feelin' Bad" da parte di Henry Whitter sotto il titolo " Lonesome Road Blues " nel 1924
Fonte:
WeenieCampbell
Fonte:
WeenieCampbell
"Going Down The Road Feelin' Bad", also known as the " Lonesome Road Blues", is an American traditional song, "a white blues of universal appeal and uncertain origin" (Ralph Rinzler, quoted on Erbsen 2003, p. 118).
Alan Lomax in the Penguin book of American Folk Songs:
This is the great folk song of the depression and New Deal period. In form and origin it is a Negro blues, but millions of Oakies, Arkies, southern "crackers", all homeless and jobless, made it the blues of the Grapes of Wrath people.
It was recorded by many artists through the years; the first known is Henry Whitter in 1924 as "Lonesome Road Blues".
Fonte:
Joop's Musical Flowers
The ORIGINAL versions of famous songs and songs covered by famous people.
PS
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Alan Lomax in the Penguin book of American Folk Songs:
This is the great folk song of the depression and New Deal period. In form and origin it is a Negro blues, but millions of Oakies, Arkies, southern "crackers", all homeless and jobless, made it the blues of the Grapes of Wrath people.
It was recorded by many artists through the years; the first known is Henry Whitter in 1924 as "Lonesome Road Blues".
Fonte:
Joop's Musical Flowers
The ORIGINAL versions of famous songs and songs covered by famous people.
PS
Blog consigliato per chi volesse approfondire origini ed evoluzioni di "Going Down The Road Feelin' Bad" inizialmente di dominio pubblico.
LONESOME ROAD BLUES
Oh, I'm goin' down this road, a-feelin' bad
So I'm goin' down this road, feelin' bad
Oh, I'm goin' down this road, a-feelin' bad
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Yes, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
So I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
Oh, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Yes, I'm goin' if I never come back
Oh, I'm goin' if I never come back
Oh, I'm goin' if I never come back
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, I'm goin' down this road, a-feelin' bad
So I'm goin' down this road, feelin' bad
Oh, I'm goin' down this road, a-feelin' bad
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
Oh, I'm goin' where the chilly winds never blow
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
Oh, way down in jail, on my knees
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
Oh, they feed me on cornbread and beans
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Yes, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
So I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
Oh, I'm goin' where the climate suits my clothes
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Yes, I'm goin' if I never come back
Oh, I'm goin' if I never come back
Oh, I'm goin' if I never come back
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
inviata da Pluck - 10/9/2025 - 22:27
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Subject: Lyr Add: GOIN' DOWN THE ROAD FEELIN' BAD (Lomax)
From: BrooklynJay
Date: 15 Oct 10 - 03:09 PM
The song turns up on page 242 of the 1947 book Folk Song U.S.A. by John A. Lomax and Alan Lomax, edited by son Alan.
"Going Down The Road Feeling Bad" (also known as the "Lonesome Road Blues") is a traditional American folk song, "a white blues of universal appeal and uncertain origin".
The song was recorded by many artists through the years. The first known recording is from 1923 by Henry Whitter, an Appalachian singer, as "Lonesome Road Blues". The earliest versions of the lyrics are from the perspective of an inmate in prison with the refrain, "I'm down in that jail on my knees" and a reference to eating "corn bread and beans." The song has been recorded by many artists such as Woody Guthrie, (also as "Blowin' Down This Road" or "I Ain't Gonna Be Treated This Way"), Bob Dylan, Elizabeth Cotten, Big Bill Bronzey, the Grateful Dead, Canned Heat et alii.
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