Walkin' Blues - Robert Johnson

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride the blinds. I've been mistreated, don't mind dying. This morning, I had to go ride the blinds, I've been mistreated, Lord, I don't mind dying. People tell me walkin' blues ain't bad; Worst old feeling I most ever had. People tell me the old walkin' blues ain't bad. Well it's the worst old feeling, Lord, I most ever had.

Gee, it's great after bein' out late Walkin' my baby back home Arm in arm over meadow and farm Walkin' my baby back home We go 'long harmonizing a song Or i'm recitin' a poem Owls go by and they give me the eye Walkin' my baby back home We stop for a while, she gives me a smile And snuggles her head on my chest We start in to pet and that's when i get Her talcum all over my vest After i kinda straighten my tie She has to borrow my comb Once kiss then i continue again Walkin' my baby back home She's 'fraid of the dark so i have to park Outside of her door till it's light She says if i try to kiss her she'll cry I dry her tears all through the night Hand in hand to a barbecue stand Right from her doorway we roam Eats and then it's a pleasure again Walkin' my baby Talkin' my baby Lovin' my baby I don't mean maybe Walkin' my baby back home

The railroad don't go there Airplane don't go there Gray hound don't go there Anywhere near there That mean I gotta walk Gotta stick out my thumb But the folks round these here parts child They don't pick up no walkin' bum My baby sent me there I didn't wanna go there Said that I'd find some work there Or somewhere near there I didn't get no job No I didn't get none I'm out on this highway I ain't nothin' but a walkin' bum Walkin' in the rain Walkin' in the sun And I ain't got no choice I'm a walkin' bum I gotta get home Anyway that I can now These rocks and stones are hurtin' my feet This walkin' bum is still a man The railroad don't go there Airplane don't go there Gray hound don't go there Anywhere near there That mean I gotta walk Ain't no sense in stickin out my thumb Cause these folks in alabama They just don't pick up no walkin' bums And that's what I am now I'm a walkin' bum I'm gonna get home someway Think I'll just pull my shoes off Sit down right here beside the road