Well I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passenger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Jimmy he's dead he's been a long time gone Been a long time gone a long time gone If you wanna get to heaven gotta D-I-E you

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

I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond I woke up this mornin' and all my shrimps was dead and gone I woke up this mornin', ooh, and all my shrimp was dead and gone I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan? I got dead

Resurrect me from enlightened circles Crawling, I am undisguised Disconnect me from this human circus Searching for the undefined Every morning is a new beginning Burning in a sea of cries Lift em up to meet my execution Hiding from what I deny

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

This feeling that I'm feeling No it don't quit It's like half of me is missing Heaven knows it That all I wanna do is Be alone with Your brown eyes all tangled up Just holding, onto you tonight until morning Baby that's the damn truth

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

I’m bool, balm and bollective I’m bool, balm, and bollective 'Cause I’m bool, balm and bollective Woke up this morning feelin’ bool and balm Ain’t have to drank no drank a niggas nerves was balm Was it 'cause last night I had some bomb She got ratchet in

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

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child