Preaching Blues Lyrics - Robert Johnson

Mmmmm-mmmmm 

I's up this mornin' 

Ah, blues walkin' like a man 

I's up this mornin' 

Ah, blues walkin' like a man 

Worried blues 

Give me your right hand 

And the blues fell, mama's child 

Tore me all upside-down 

Blues fell, mam's child 

And it tore me all upside down 

Travel on, poor Bob 

Just can't turn you 'round 

The blues 

Is a low-down shakin' chill 

Yes, preach 'em now 

Mmmmm-mmmmm 

Is a low-down shakin' chill 

You ain't never had 'em, I 

Hope you never will 

Well, the blues 

Is a achin' old heart disease 

Do it, now 

You gon' do it? 

Tell me all about it 

Said the blues 

Is a low-down achin' heart disease 

Like consumption 

Killing me by degrees 

I can study rain 

Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues 

I been studyin' the rain and 

I'm gon drive my blues away 

Goin' to the 'stil'ry 

Stay out there all day