Preaching Blues (Up Jumped the Devil)

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man I's 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, mam'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 Mmmmm-mmmmm 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 Said the blues Is a low-down achin' heart disease Like consumption Killing me by degrees I can study rain Oh, oh drive, oh, oh, drive my blues I been studyin' the rain and I'm gon drive my blues away Goin' to the 'stil'ry Stay out there all day