Gardening Blues

Woke up this morning, Feelin for my shoes,

Aching to the bone, Got those gardening blues. 

Woke up this morning, feelin round for my shoes, 

The reason is because I, 

got those old, gardenin blues.


Adaptation of Ramblin by Johnny Shines ( friend of Robert Johnson)



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Planting...

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