Lyrics: Traditional
Music: Traditional
Played by the Grateful Dead from 1970 right through to the 1990s.
Jerry Garcia apparently learnt it from Delaney Bramlett during the
"Festival Express" train ride across Canada in 1970. It almost always ends with an instrumental fragment of
And We Bid You Goodnight (thanks to Chris /jones for pointing this out)
ChorusNotes
Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad
Going down the road feeling bad, hey hey hey, yeah
Don't wanna be treated this a way
Going where the climate suits my clothes
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
Going where the climate suits my clothes
Don't wanna be treated this a way
[chorus]
Going where the water tastes like wine
Well I'm going where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine (note a)
I don't wanna be treated this a way
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I'm going where the water tastes like cherry wineWhen the song was being developed in the early 1970s, Jerry Garcia sang a number of additional verses. This from 6 November 1970:
Yeah, I'm going where the water tastes like cherry wine
'Cause the water down here in Georgia tastes like turpentine
My mother told me, "Son don't go down there"And this from 29 April 1971 (thanks to Brad Dilli for pointing it out):
Momma told "Don't go way down there"
Momma told "Don't go way down there, down there"
Don't wanna be treated this a way
I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where those chilly winds don't blow
Going where those chilly winds don't blow
Don't want to be treated this way
"Going Down the Road Feeling Bad was frequently recorded in the 1920s and 1930s by hillbilly artists such as Henry Whitter, Ernest Stoneman, and Fiddlin' John Carson. While the earliest commercial release dates only to 1923, these numerous recordings suggest currency in the oral tradition. Floating lyrics common to the song appear in other folksongs. Big Bill Broonzy also included it in his repertoire, and the song may have roots in the African-American tradition. So it is likely that this 'real migration song' of the Okies derived from material common to both black and white balladeers in the South and the Southwest."The earliest recording I have found is a 78 by Henry Whitter, under the title "Lonseome Road Blues", with lyrics:
Oh I'm going down that road feeling badThere are numerous other recordings and variants, under titles including "Blowing Down The Road", "Chilly Winds", "Ain't Gonna Be Treated This Way" etc. This is the Woody Guthrie version included on "The Music Never Stopped: The Roots Of The Grateful Dead":
Oh I'm going down that road feeling bad
Oh I'm going down that road feeling bad
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Oh I'm going where that chilly wind never blows
Oh I'm going where that chilly wind never blows
Oh I'm going where that chilly wind never blows
And I ain't gonna be treated this 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 gonna be treated this way
Oh feed me on cornbread and peas
Oh feed me on cornbread and peas
Oh feed me on cornbread and peas
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Yes I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
Yes I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
Yes I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Oh I going if I never come back
Oh I going if I never come back
Oh I going if I never come back
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I'm going down this road feeling badBob Dylan recorded a version with The Band on the "Basement Tapes", though it has never been released. It circulates under the title "No Shoes On My Feet":
I'm going down this road feeling bad
I'm going down this road feeling bad, bad, bad
And I ain't gonna be treated this 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, wine, wine
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
Takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
Takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I ain't gonna be treated this way
I ain't gonna be treated this way
I ain't gonna be treated this way, Lord, God
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I'm blowing down that old dusty roadJerry Garcia himself said that he learnt the song from Delaney Bramlett during the "Festival Express" train ride across Canada in 1970. This is the version that Delaney Bramlett recorded with Bonnie on their album "Motel Shot" in 1971:
Yes I'm blowing down that old dusty road
I'm just blowing down that old dusty road, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
Yes it's a ten dollar shoe on my feet
Yes a ten dollar shoe on my feet
Yes it's a ten dollar shoe on my feet, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this 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, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
I'm going where the chilly winds don't blow
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad
I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
And I ain't gonna be treated this way
No I ain't gonna be treated this way
Goin' down that road feelin' badElizabeth Cotten recorded a version, that is lyrically very different:
Lord, I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
Goin' down the road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord
Ain't gonna be treated this way
Mama said, "son, don't go way down there"
She said, "don't go way down there"
She told me, "don't go way down there", Lord, Lord
Don't want to be treated this way
Goin' down the road feelin' bad
Lord, I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
Goin' down the road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord
Ain't gonna be treated this way
Somebody help me get on away from here
Lord, help me get on away from here
Won't you help me get on away from here, Lord, Lord
I don't want to be treated this way
'Cause I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
Yes I'm goin' down the road feelin' bad
Goin' down the road feelin' bad, Lord, Lord
Don't want to be treated this way
Going down the road feeling bad, honey babe, LordBig Bill Broonzy's version from 1957 on "The Roots Of Bob Dylan" is:
Going down the road feeling bad, honey babe, Lord
Going down the road feeling bad
And I don't want to be treated this a 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
And I don't want to be treated this a way
Thought I heard a lonesome whistle blow, honey babe, Lord
Thought I heard a lonesome whistle blow, honey babe, Lord
Thought I heard a lonesome whistle blow
And I don't want to be treated this a way
Goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby
I'm goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans, baby
I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
These two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby
Two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
Take ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, baby
Ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad, baby
I'm goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow, baby
I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow, no more
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes, baby
I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes, tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' down this road now, darlin', feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way