Joe Bonamassa - Walking Blues Lyrics
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoesKnow by that I got these old walkin' blues, wellWoke this mornin' feelin' round for my shoesBut you know by that, I got these old walkin' bluesLord I feel like blowin' my old lonesome hornGot up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone, LordI feel like blowin' my lonesome hornWell I got up this mornin', whoa all I had was goneWell, leave this mornin' if I have to, ride the blindsI feel mistreated, and I don't mind dyin'Leavin' this mornin', if I have to ride the blindBabe, I've been mistreated, baby and I don't mind dyin'Well, some people tell me that the worried blues ain't badWorst old feelin' I most ever hadSome people tell me that these old worried old blues ain't badIt's the worst old feelin', I most ever hadShe's got a elgin movement from her head down to her toesBreak in on a dollar most anywhere she goesOoh, from her head down to her toesLord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes
