Walkin' Blues Lyrics - The Robert Johnson Songbook - Peter Green

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