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I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoesKnow 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' bluesWoke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoesBut you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' bluesLord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome hornGot up this mornin', my little Bernice was goneLord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome hornWell I got up this mornin' woh all I had was goneWell ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ahI've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin'Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blindBabe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin'Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't badWorst old feelin' I most ever had, somePeople tell me that these old worried old blues ain't badIt's the worst old feelin', I most ever hadShe got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toesBreak in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh(spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey)Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes From Letras Mania