Preachin' Blues Lyrics - Peter Green

I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man 

I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' 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 'round 

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 achin' old heart disease 

Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it 

The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease 

Like consumption, killing me by degrees