Walkin' Blues
Well, I woke up this morning scramblin' for my shoes
? had one of them old walkin' blues
Hey what a good, what a good eye, trying to ride blind
Hey ? train, ain't no friend of mine
Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride the blind
I've been mistreated and I don't mind dying
Autor(es): R L Burnside
