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 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, yes, preach 'em now
 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
 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, I'm 'on drive my blues away
 Goin' to the 'stil'ry, stay out there all day