Eric Clapton, Robert Johnson, Son House
Bb, C, D, G
Woke up this mornin', feet around for my shoe
You know about that, babe, I had them old walkin' blues
Woke up this mornin', feet around for my shoe
You know about that, babe, I had them old walkin' blues
I'm leavin' this mornin', I have to go ride the blinds
I've been mistreated, I don't mind dyin'
This mornin', I have to go ride the blinds
I've been mistreated, ooh lord I don't mind
People tell me that walkin' blues ain't bad