Walkin' Blues - Studio

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 little Bernice was gone
 Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn
 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 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 Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes
 Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oh, oh
 (To her head down to her toes, oh, honey)
 Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes