Blowin’ Down This Road

I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going where the weather suits my clothes
I’m going where the weather suits my clothes
I’m going where the weather suits my clothes, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

Blowing down this old dusty road
I’m going down this old dusty road
I’m going down this old dusty road, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going where the grapes and peaches grow
I’m going where the grapes and peaches grow
I’m going where the grapes and peaches grow, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going where the water taste like wine
I’m going where the water taste like wine
I’m going where the water taste like wine
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m going where it’s all dusty road
Yeah I’m going down this old dusty road
I’m going down this old dusty road, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road, Lord
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way

I’m blowing down this old dusty road
I’m going down this old dusty road
I’m blowing down this old dusty road, Lord

And I ain’t gonna be treated this way
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way
And I ain’t gonna be treated this way