Woody Guthrie - Blowin' Down That Old Dusty Road (1944) | Текст песни

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• Blowin' Down That Old Dusty Road (1944)

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
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm goin' where the dust storms never blow
I'm goin' where them dust storms never blow
I'm goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow
And I ain't 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 gonna be treated this way

I'm lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord
And I ain't 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
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, Lord
And I ain't 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
And I ain't gonna be treated this way

I'm 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
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.