Lyrics Walkin` Blues - Peter Green Splinter Group

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

She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oh, oh
(To her head down to her toes, oh, honey)
Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes