Lyrics:

Guthrie-Hays

I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I'm blowing down this old dusty road
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
I'm going where them dust storms never blow
I'm going where them dust storms never blow
Yes I'm going where them dust storms never blow, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine
I'm going where the water tastes like wine,
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a twenty dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord,
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
I'm looking for a job with honest pay
I'm looking for a job with honest pay
I'm looking for a job with honest pay, Lord, Lord,
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.
Well, I'm a-going down this old dusty road
Yes, I'm going down this old dusty road
I'm going down this old dusty road
And I ain't gonna be treated this-a way.