Marc Shaiman - 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 had She's got a elegant movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oh, ooh From her head down to her toes, oh Lord Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes