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Walking Blues 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
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- Track 19 on The Complete Recordings
- 18 Cross Road Blues
- 20 Last Fair Deal Gone Down
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