Preachin' 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 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 (spoken: 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 (spoken: Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it) 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 'on drive my blues away Goin' to the 'stil'ry1, stay out there all day This is Robert Johnson's version of Preachin' The Blues Parts 1 and 2 that Son House Recorded in 1930. Note 1: alternatively "steeray" instead of " 'stil'ry" as for distillery