Walkin' Blues

(album: The Robert Johnson Songbook - 1998)

I woke up this morning, feeling round for my shoes
Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walking blues
Woke up this morning, feeling round for my shoes
But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walking blues

Lord, I feel like blowing my woh old lonesome horn
Got up this morning, my little Bernice was gone
Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn
Well I got up this morning 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 dying
Leaving this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind
Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dying

Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad
Worst old feeling I most ever had, some
People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad
It's the worst old feeling, I most ever had

She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oh, oh
(To her head down to her toes, oh, honey)
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes