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I woke up this mornin’， feelin’ round for my shoes.
Know ’nout ’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 home.
Got up this mornin’， my little Bernice was gone.
Lord， i feel like blow-ooon’ my lonesome home.
well i got up this mornin’ woh-all i had was gone.
　
Well-ah leave this morn’ of i have to， woh， ride the blind， ah.
I’ve feel mistreated and i don’t mind dyin’.
Leavin’ this morn’ ah， i have to ride a blind.
Babe， i been mistreated， baby， and i don’t mind dyin’.
　
well some people tell me that we 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 odl feelin’ i most ever had.
　
She got a Elgin movement from her head down to her toes.
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes， ooo oooo.
To her head down to her toes.
Lord， she break in on a dollar， most anywhere she goes.
　
　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Walking Blues/Robert Johnson