Robert Johnson - 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 s^Ahoes But you ^Eknow 'bout 'at I,^D got these old walkin' b^Alues

^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 ho^Arn Well I g^Eot up this mornin^D' woh all I had was g^Aone

^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 blin^Ad Babe, I ^Ebeen mistreated, ^Dbaby, and I don't mind d^Ayin'

^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 ain't ^Abad It's the w^Eorst old feelin^D', I most ever h^Aad

^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, oh, ^Ahoney) Lord, she b^E7reak in on a ^D7dollar, most anywhere she^A goes