If you're feeling bad,
You should go somewhere warmer
Where water's like wine.
This blues song has been around a long time. Bob Dylan's version with the Band, recorded during the Basement Tapes sessions in 1967, sounds like a campfire singalong. There are other versions out there, including ones from Woody Guthrie and the Grateful Dead. The lyrics often vary from version to version, but they center on wandering poor folks and hobos who are tired of being treated as such, and looking at moving somewhere like Florida or elsewhere where the water tastes like wine and the temperature is more accommodating to outdoor activities.
Here are the Dead's lyrics:
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away.
You should go somewhere warmer
Where water's like wine.
This blues song has been around a long time. Bob Dylan's version with the Band, recorded during the Basement Tapes sessions in 1967, sounds like a campfire singalong. There are other versions out there, including ones from Woody Guthrie and the Grateful Dead. The lyrics often vary from version to version, but they center on wandering poor folks and hobos who are tired of being treated as such, and looking at moving somewhere like Florida or elsewhere where the water tastes like wine and the temperature is more accommodating to outdoor activities.
Here are the Dead's lyrics:
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. Goin' where the climate suits my clothes. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. Goin' where the water tastes like wine. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. Goin' down the road feelin' bad. I don't want to be treated this away.
Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where the chilly winds don't blow. Goin' where those chilly winds don't blow. I don't want to be treated this away.
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