Bonnie Raitt Walking Blues Lyrics 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 Bernice was gone , Lord I feel like blowoon my Lonesome home Well, I got up this mornin Woh-all I had was gone Well-ah leave this mornin if I have to Woh ride the blind ah I've feel mistreated and I Don't mind dyin Levin this mornin ah I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated Baby, I don't mind dyin Well, some people tell em that the worried Wblues ain't bad Worst old feelin I most Ever had Some people tell me that these Old worried, old blues ain't bad Its 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 anywhere She goes, ooo oooooooooo To her head down to her toes [Spoken:] Oh honey Lord, she break in on a dollar Most anywhere she goes
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