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 woh old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin', my [A]little Bernice was [Am7]gone
Lord, I feel like [F]blow ooohn' my [A]lonesome horn
Well I got [Fm7]up this mornin' woh all [Em]I had was [Am7]gone
Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ɾide the blind, ah
I've feel mistɾeated and [Bm]I don't mind dyin'
Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to [C7]ɾide a blind
Babe, I been mistɾeated, baby, and [Bm]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 [Fm7]an Elgin1 movement from her head down to [C7]her toes
Break in on [C7]a dollar most anywhere she goes, oh, oh
(To her head down to [C7]her toes, oh, honey)
Lord, she break in on [C7]a dollar, most anywhere she goes
