Walkin’ Blues Songtext
von Robert Johnson

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 old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone
Lord, I feel like blowin′ my lonesome horn
Well I got up this mornin' all I had was gone


Well leave this morn' of I have to ride the blind
I′ve feel mistreated and I don′t mind dyin'
Leavin′ this morn', 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 Elgin movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes
My head down to her toes
God she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes