Robert Johnson - Walkin' Blues - SA.2630-1 lyrics

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 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' all I had was gone Well leave this morn' of I have to ride the blind I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn', 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 Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes My head down to her toes God she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes