Robert Johnson - Walkin' Blues lyrics

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 old lonesome horn Got up this morning, my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blowing my lonesome horn Well I got up this morning 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 dying Leaving this morn', 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 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