Walkin' Blues

Walkin' Blues - Robert Johnson/Kid Wesley Wilson

I woke up this mornin'

Feelin' round for my shoes

Know 'bout 'at I got these

Old walkin' blues

Woke up this mornin'

Feelin' round for my shoes

But you know 'bout 'at I

Got these old walkin' blues

Lord I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn

Got up this mornin'

My little Bernice was gone

Lord I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn

Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone

Well ah leave this morn' of I have to woh

Ride the blind ah

I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin'

Leavin' this morn' ah

I have to ride a blind

Babe I been mistreated baby

And I don't mind dyin'

Well some people tell me that the worried

Blues ain't bad

Worst old feelin' I most ever had some

People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad

It's the worst old feelin'

I most ever had

She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes

Break in on a dollar most any where she goes oh oh

(To her head down to her toes oh honey)

Lord she break in on a dollar

Most anywhere she goes