Woke up this morning, was a chill in the air Went into the kitchen, your cigarettes were lying there Your jacket hung on the chair where you left it last night Everything was in place, everything was all right But you were missing Last night I dreamed

I heard the piledriver waltz It woke me up this morning You look like you've been for breakfast At the Heartbreak Hotel And sat in the back booth By the pamphlets and the literature On how to lose Your waitress was miserable And so was your food

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin' I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be going through shit,

I woke up-a this mo'nin' I'm 'on buy me a airplane I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world, I'm gon' do Good Morning School Girl 3:03 Trk 16 (John Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) John Lee - vocal & harmonica With Joe Williams and

Well, now it getting, Late on into the evening and I feel like, like blowing my home. When I woke up this morning all I, I had was gone. Now it getting, Late on into the evening, man now, I feel like, like blowing my home. Well now, woke up this morning,

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah For real though, it's so wild now This crazy yeah Woke up in the hills this morning Asking myself, how did I get here this morning? Vante Parker in that teal and orange And Russell in that gold and purple Youngest from the Ville,

I woke up this morning It might take a while Might as well smile With a smile on my face Laughing the blues Tells me I should be scared I threw out those stones That stood in my way And I put on a new pair

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Down in that cold, cold ground And pass me all around" "Throw my brain in a hurricane And the deaf can take both of my ears And the blind can have my eyes I?d rather have 'em cut me up Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen

I'm goin' to Louisiana And get me a mojo hand Cold ground was my bed last night Rocks was my pillow too I lay down thinking Buy me a mojo hand I'm gonna fix my woman so She can't have no other man I woke up this morning, I'm wondering