Walkin’ Blues

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 oh for my shoes but you know bout at I got these old walkin blues Lord I feel like blowin my woh-old lonesome home Got up this mornin, my little Bernice was gone , Lord I feel like blowoon my lonesome home Well, I got up this mornin woh-all I had was gone Well-ah leave this mornin if I have to woh ride the blind ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin Levin this mornin ah I have to ride a blind babe, I been mistreated baby, I don't mind dyin Well, some people tell em 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 Its the worst old feelin, I most ever had She got a Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most any- where she goes, ooo oooooooooo To her head down to her toes spoken: oh honey Lord, she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes