Walkin' Blues Lyrics

I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round ah for my shoes
But you know by that, I got these old walkin' blues

Lord I feel like blowin my old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin, my little Bernice was gone, Lord
I feel like blowin my lonesome horn
Well I got up this mornin, whoa all I had was gone

Well, leave this mornin' if I have to, whoa ride the blinds
I feel mistreated, and I don't mind dyin'
Leavin this mornin', I have to ride the blind Babe, I've 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 Elgin movements from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes
Ooh, from her head down to her toes
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes

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