Waking Blues

Did you ever wake up with the blues, and didn't have no place to go?
Did you ever wake up with the blues, and didn't have no place to go?
And you couldn't do nothin' but just walk from door to door

It was late last night, mama, in our milk white iron bed
It was late last night, mama, in our milk white iron bed
Lord, I rolled my baby and she talked all out of her head

If you don't like my lovin', what make you keep on worryin' me?
If you don't like my lovin', what make you keep on worryin' me?
Why don't you get you some other man, oh mam', and just let me be

Good morning, Mister Blues, Mister Blues, I come to talk with you
Good morning, Mister Blues, Mister Blues, I come to talk with you
Mister Blues, I ain't doin' nothin',
And I would like to get a job from you



Credits
Writer(s): John Fiddler, Robert Johnson
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