Keb` Mo` - Walking blues

^AI woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes ^AKnow 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues ^DWoke up this mornin', feelin' round for my^A shoes But you ^E know 'bout 'that ^D I, got these old walkin' ^A blues

^ALord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn ^AGot up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone ^DLord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome ^A horn Well I ^Egot up this mornin' ^Dwoh all I had was ^Agone

^AWell ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah ^AI've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' ^DLeavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a ^A blind Babe, I ^Ebeen mistreated, ^Dbaby, and I don't mind ^Adyin'

^AWell, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad ^AWorst old feelin' I most ever had, some ^DPeople tell me that these old worried old blues ^Aain't bad It's the ^Eworst old feelin'^D, I most ever ^Ahad

^AShe got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes ^ABreak in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh ^D7 (spoken: To her head down to her toes, ^Aoh, honey) Lord, she ^E7break in on a ^D7dollar, most anywhere she ^Agoes