Joe Bonamassa - Walking Blues lyrics

I woke up this mornin'
Feelin' round for my shoes
Know by that I got these old walkin' blues
Well
Woke this mornin' feelin' round for my shoes
But, you know by that
I got these old walkin' blues

Lord I feel like blowin' my old lonesome horn
Got up this mornin', my
Little Bernice was gone, lord
I feel like blowin' my lonesome horn
Well I got up this mornin'
Whoa all I had was gone

Well, leave this mornin' if I have to
Ride the blinds
I feel mistreated, and I don't mind dyin'
Leavin' this mornin'
If I have to ride the blind
Babe, I've 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 ha d
She's got a elgin movement from her
Head down to her toes
Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes
Ooh, from her head down to her toes
Lord, she break in on a dollar
Most anywhere she goes