Preachin' Blues (Up Jumped the Devil)

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 you 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

Mhm, 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 diease

Do it now, what you gonna do? Tell me all about it

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

Like consumption, killing me by dregrees

I can study rain, oh oh drive my blues

I been studyin' the rain, I'm gonna drive my blues away

Goin' to the 'stil'ry, stay out there all day