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Lyricist: Robert Johnson
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
oh, for my shoes
But you knoe 'bout 'at I
got these old walkin; blues
Lord I,
feel like blowin' my
woh-old lonesome home
Got up this mornin', my little Ber-
nice was gone, Lord
I feel like
blow-oon'
my lonesome home
Well, I got up this mornin'
woh-all I had was gone
Well-ah
leave this morn' if I have to
woh, ride the blind, ah,
I've feel mistreated and I
dont' 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 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 a
Elgin movement from her head down
to her toes
Break in on a dollar most any-
where she goes, ooo ooooooooo
To her head down to her toes
spoken: Oh, honey
Lord, she break in on a dollar
most anywhere she goes
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