Biography:
Arthel Lane "Doc" Watson (March 3, 1923, Deep Gap, North Carolina – May 29, 2012, Winston-Salem, North Carolina) was a guitar player, banjo player, songwriter and singer of bluegrass, folk, country, blues and gospel music.
Doc played guitar in both flatpicking and fingerpicking style, but was best known for his flatpick work. His virtuosity combined with his authenticity as a mountain musician made him a highly influential figure during the folk music revival.
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Other songs:
- Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
- Deep River Blues
- A
- Alberta
- Banks Of The Ohio
- Big Spike Hammer
- Blue Railroad Train
- Born About Six Thousand Years Ago
- Call Of The Road
- Columbus Stockade Blues
- Crawdad Hole Song
- Curly Headed Baby
- Docs Guitar
- Dont Monkey Round My Widder
- Dream Of The Miners Child
- Footprints In The Snow
- Gamblers Yodel
- Georgie
- Going Down This Road Feeling Bad
- Gonna Lay Down My Old Guitar
- Greenville Trestle High
- Handsome Molly
- I Couldnt Believe It Was True
- I Saw A Man At The Close Of Day
- Im Thinking Tonight Of My Blue Eyes
- In Case You Ever Change Your Mind
- Life Gits Teejus Dont It
- Listening To The Rain
- Little Darlin Pal Of Mine
- Little Orphan Girl
- Little Sadie
- Little Stream Of Whiskey
- Lost John
- Mama Dont Allow No Music
- Mandman With A Box
- Matchbox Blues
- Matty Groves
- Mississippi Heavy Water Blues
- Moody River
- More Pretty Girls Than One
- My Creole Belle
- My Rose Of Old Kentucky
- Nashville Picking
- Never No Mo Blues
- Nobodys Fault But Mine
- Nothin To It
- Old Camp Meeting Time
- Omie Wise
- Peach Picking Time In Georgia
- Ready For The Times To Get Better
- Rising Sun Blues
- Rye Cove
- Shady Grove
- Sitting On Top Of The World
- St James Hospital
- St James Infirmary
- Stackolee
- Streamline Cannonball
- Summertime
- T For Texas
- Tennessee Rag
- Tennessee Stud
- The Riddle Song
- The Telephone Girl
- The Train That Carried My Girl From Town
- Three Times Seven
- Tom Dooley
- Train Whistle Blues
- Traveling Man
- Treasures Untold
- Uncloudy Day
- Walk On Boy
- Way Downtown
- Weary Blues
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Oh, it's going down the road feeling bad
G D
Bad luck's all I've ever had
G D
Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't' a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
Got me way down in jail on my knees
G D
This old jailer he sure is hrd to please
G D
Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
D
Sweet mama, won't you buy me no shoes
G D
Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues
G D
My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
And these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
G D
The jailer won't gi'me enough to eat
G D
Lord, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
G D
Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow (hmmhmm)
G D
Going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
G D
Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
Lord, I'm going down this road feeling bad
G D
Bad luck is all I've ever had (it sure is)
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Oh, it's going down the road feeling bad
G D
Bad luck's all I've ever had
G D
Going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't' a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
Got me way down in jail on my knees
G D
This old jailer he sure is hrd to please
G D
Feed me on corn, bread and peas, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't gonna be treated this a-way
D
Sweet mama, won't you buy me no shoes
G D
Lord, she's left me with these lonesome jailhouse blues
G D
My sweet mama won't buy me no shoes, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
And these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet
G D
The jailer won't gi'me enough to eat
G D
Lord, these two-dollar shoes they hurt my feet, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
D
I'm going where the climate suits my clothes
G D
Lord, I'm going where these chilly winds never blow (hmmhmm)
G D
Going where the climate suits my clothes, Lord, Lord
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
G D
Yes, I'm going down the road feeling bad, Lord, Lord
Lord, I'm going down this road feeling bad
G D
Bad luck is all I've ever had (it sure is)
A D
And I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
Dog Is Dead
Dogs Die In Hot (...)
Doja Cat
Dolls United
Dolly