WALKING BLUES
I woke up this mornin' feelin' 'round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these old walkin' blues, woke Up this mornin' feelin' 'round oh, for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh-old lonesome home Got up this mornin', my little Ber- nice was gone, Lord I feel like blow-ooon' my lonesome home Well, I got up this mornin' woh-all I had was gone Well-ah leave this morn' if I have to woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn', ah I have to ride a blind Babe, I 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 lt's the worst old feelin' I most ever had She got a Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most any- where she goes, ooo ooooooooo To her head down to her toes spoken: Oh, honey Lord, she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes BACK |
Sito pensato e realizzato da Roberto Mammola 1999 - 2001 |