| I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
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| Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues
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| Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes
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| But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues
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| Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn
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| Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone
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| Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn
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| Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone
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| Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah
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| I’ve feel mistreated and I don’t mind dyin'
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| Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind
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| Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don’t mind dyin'
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| Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain’t bad
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| Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some
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| People tell me that these old worried old blues ain’t bad
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| It’s the worst old feelin', I most ever had
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| She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes
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| Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh |