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I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes |
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Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues |
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Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes |
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But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues |
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Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn |
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Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone |
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Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn |
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Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone |
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Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah |
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I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' |
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Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind |
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Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' |
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Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad |
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Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some |
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People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad |
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It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had |
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She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes |
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Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh |
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(spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) |
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Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
