Doesn't it suck when you're super busy at work, but feeling so depressed that all I really feel like doing is sliding across the street to Big John's Icehouse across the street and tipping back about 15 beers. Instead I'll sit here trying to keep various balls juggled in the air, if too many fall and crash I'll ease on out with the walkin blues. Walking Blues I woke up this mornin' feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these old walkin' blues, woke Up this mornin' feelin' round oh, for my shoes But you knoe 'bout 'at I got these old walkin; blues Lord I, feel like blowin' my woh-old lonesome home Got up this mornin', my little Ber- nice was gone, Lord I feel like blow-oon' my lonesome home Well, I got up this mornin' woh-all I had was gone Well-ah leave this morn' if I have to woh, ride the blind, ah, I've feel mistreated and I dont' mind dyin' Leavin' this morn', ah