Lyrics Joe Bonamassa – Walking 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 had
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