Preachin Blues Lyrics - 100 Years Of Robert Johnson - Big Head Blues Club

I was up this mornin' 

Ah, the blues walkin' like a man 

I was up this mornin' 

Ah, the blues walkin' like a man 

Worried blues 

Give me your right hand 

Blues fell mama's child 

Tore me upside down 

The blues fell mama's child 

And it tore me upside down 

Travel on, poor Bob 

Just can't turn you 'round 

The blues 

Is a low-down shakin' chill 

The blues 

Is a low-down shakin' chill 

I hope you never had that 

I hope you never will 

Well, the blues 

An achin' old heart disease 

The blues 

An achin' old heart disease 

Like consumption 

It's killing me by degrees 

I can study the rain 

Oh, oh, I'll drive my blues, drive it 

I been studyin' the rain 

And I wanna drive my blues 

I'm goin' to the 'stil'ry 

Stay out there all day long 

You're gonna do it? 

Preachin' 

Tell me 'bout it