Jimi Pocius - Walkin' Blues
	lyrics
Walkin' Blues Robert Johnson woke up this mornin', feel' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at-I-got-these old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feel' round for my shoes But-you-know-howbout-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' if I have to, woh, ride the blind-ah I 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 Elgin movement from her head down-to-her-toes Break in-on-a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh-ooooh (spoken: from her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes woke up this mornin', feel' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at-I-got-these old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feel' round for my shoes But-you-know-howbout-I, got these old walkin' blues