Walkin’ Blues Robert Johnson

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, oh how nice
Lord she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes