Walking Blues Songtext
von Rory Block

I woke up this mornin′, feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin′ blues, well
Woke this mornin' feelin round for my shoes
But you know by that, 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, whoa all I had was gone


Well, leave this mornin′ if I have to, ride the blinds
I feel mistreated, and I don′t mind dyin'
Leavin this mornin′, if I have to ride the blind
Babe, Ive 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

Shes got a elgin movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes
Ooh, from her head down to her toes
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes