| Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
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| Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
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| Up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
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| I got them old walkin' blues
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| Well I feel like blowin' sweet old lonesome horn
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| Up this morning, all I have is gone
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| Feel like blowin' sweet lonesome horn
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| Up this morning, all I had is gone
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| Gonna leave this town this morning if I have to, have to ride the blinds
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| I’ve been mistreated and I don’t mind dyin'
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| If I have to ride the blinds
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| I’ve been mistreated and I don’t mind dyin'
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| Well she’ve got Elgin movement from her head down, down to her toes
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| Breaks in a dollar everywhere she goes
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| She’s got Elgin movement from her head down to her toes
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| Breaks in on a dollar, now, most anywhere she goes
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| Well I got up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
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| Lord knows I got them old walkin' blues
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| Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes
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| I got them old walkin' blues
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| I got them old walkin' blues
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| I got them old walkin' blues |