Preachin' Blues

I was up this morning
All my blues walking like a man
I was up this morning
All my blues walking like a man
Worried blues give me your right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mama's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
just can't turn you around
The blues is a low-down shakin' chill
Yes, preach 'em now
Is a low-down shakin' chill
You ain't never had 'em
I hope you never will
Well, the blues is a low-down achin' heart disease
Well, the blues is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption
Killing me by degrees