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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side.
When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
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 for my shoes But you know 'bout 'at I, got these old walkin' blues Lord, I feel like blowin' my woh old lonesome horn Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone Lord, I feel like blow ooohn' my lonesome horn Well I got up this mornin' woh all I had was gone Well ah leave this morn' of I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah I've feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin' Leavin' this morn' ah, I have to ride a blind Babe, I been mistreated, baby, and I don't mind dyin' Well, some people tell me that the worried, blues ain't bad Worst old feelin' I most ever had, some People tell me that these old worried old blues ain't bad It's the worst old feelin', I most ever had She got an Elgin1 movement from her head down to her toes Break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes, oooh ooooh (spoken: To her head down to her toes, oh, honey) Lord, she break in on a dollar, most anywhere she goes |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from The Slide Guitar: Bottles, Knives & Steel (1990)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from The Beauty of The Blues (1996)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Feel Like Going Home - A Film By Martin Scorsese (2003)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Guitar Blues Legend (2010)
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point1, mama, and barrelhouse all night long I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien2 on my soul Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale3, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point1, if I be rockin'to my head |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. She got two for a nickel, four for a dime, Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a letter from a girl in the room, Got something good, gonna bring it home soon. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. That billy goat backed in a bumble bee nest, Ever since that he can't take any rest. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford, We dropped that thing on the running board. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. You know the monkey and the baboon playing in the grass, Monkey stuck his finger in the Good Gulf Gas. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale. I got a girl, she's long and tall, Sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall. Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. Yes she got 'em for sale, I mean. Yes she got 'em for sale. |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan
When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been gone. I'd said I flash your lights, mama, you horn won't even blow (spoken: Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine) I even flash my lights, mama, this horn won't even blow Got a short in this connection, hoo well, babe, it's way down below I'm gion' heist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil I'm goin' heist your hood, mama, mmm, I'm bound to check your oil I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas Now, you know the coils ain't even buzzin', little generator won't get the spark Motor's in a bad condition, you gotta have these batteries charged But I'm cryin', pleease, pleease don't do me wrong. Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don't block the road Puh hee hee, please don't block the road 'Cause she's reachin' a cold one hundred and I'm booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1 now for, you since I been gone I'm gon' get down in this connection, keep on tanglin' with your wires I'm gon' get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin' with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - Contracted To The Devil (2004)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - Me And The Devil Blues (2006)
Ooh, baby don't you want to go?
Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues (1999)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers Vol.2 (2004)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Legends Of The Blues: Volume 1 (1990)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you.. Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |
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from Robert Johnson - King Of The Delta Blues Singers (1961)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - Steady Rollin Man (2001)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - Hellhound On My Trail/ The Songs Of Robert Johnson (2002)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - Genius Of The Blues (2005)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - Blues Archive (2006)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - The Old School Blues (2006)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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from Robert Johnson - Musikladen (Robert Johnson) (2010)
I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go |
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