Walkin’ Blues

Walkin' Blues - Robert Johnson

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

Ah Well 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 a have blindto ride

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 these me that old worried old blues ain't bad

It's the worst old feelin' I most ever had

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

Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes oooh ooooh

To her head down to her toes oh honey

Lord she break in dollar on a most anywhere she goes