When You Got A Good Friend --- Robert Johnson:

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 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 apologise or would she sympathise with me.
Mmmmmmm, mmmm, mmmm, would she sympathise with me.
She's a brownskin woman, just as sweet as a girlfriend can be.

Mmm-mmm, babe, I may be right or wrong.
Baby, it's yo' opinion, oh, I may be right or wrong.
Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do you 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 your spare time, aah, love and treat her right.



Come on in my kitchen --- Robert Johnson:

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
You better come on in my kitchen
Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors.

Ah, the woman I love took from my best friend
Some joker got lucky stole her back again
You better come on in my kitchen
Baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors.

Oh-ah, she's gone I know she won't come back
I've taken the last nickel out of her 'nation sack
You better come on in my kitchen
Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors.

BRIDGE:

(spoken: 'Baby, can't you hear that wind howl 'n' all?'
'Oh-y', can't you hear that wind would howl?')
You better come on in my kitchen
babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors.

When a woman gets in trouble everybody throws her down
Looking for her good friend none can be found
You better come on in my kitchen
Babe, it's gon' to be rainin' outdoors

Winter time's comin' hit's gon' be slow
You can't make the winter, babe that's dry long so
You better come on in my kitchen
'Cause, it's gon' to be rainin' outdoors.



Cross Road Blues --- Robert Johnson:

I went to the cross road fell down on my knee.
I went to the cross road fell down on my knee.
I asked the Lord above, "Have mercy, save poor Bob, if you please"

Mmmmmmm standin' at the cross road I tried to flag a ride.
Standin' at the cross road I tried to flag a ride.
Didn't nobody seem to know me, everybody pass me by.

Mmm the sun goin' down, boy, dark gon' catch me here.
Ooooo-eeee, boy, dark gon' catch me here.
I haven't got no lovin' sweet woman that love and feel my care.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown.
You can run, tell my friend-boy, Willie Brown.
Lord, that I'm standin' at the cross road, babe, I believe I'm sinkin' down.



32-20 Blues --- Robert Johnson:

'F I send for my baby and she don't come.
'F I send for my baby, man, and she don't come.
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none.

And if she gets unruly, things she don't wan' do.
And if she gets unruly and thinks she don't wan' do.
Take my 32-20, now, and cut her half in two.

She got a .38 special but I b'lieve it's most too light.
She got a .38 special but I b'lieve it's most too light.
I got a 32-20, got to make the camps alright.

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come.
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come.
All the doctors in Hot Springs sure can't help her none.

I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gonna shoot my Gatling gun.
I'm gonna shoot my pistol, gotta shoot my Gatling gun.
You made me love you, now your man have come.

Ah-oh, baby, where you stay last night?
Ah, baby, where you stayed last night?
You got the hair all tangled and you ain't talkin' right.

Her .38 special, boys, do it very well.
Her .38 special, boys, it do very well.
I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burnin'.

If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come.
If I send for my baby, man, and she don't come.
All the doctors in Wisconsin sure can't help her none.

Hey, hey, baby, where'd you stay last night?
Hey, hey, baby, where'd you stay last night?
You didn't come home until the sun was shining bright.

Ah-oh, boy, I just can't take my rest.
Ah-oh, boy, I just can't take my rest.
With this 32-20 laying up and down my breast.



Dead Shrimp Blues --- Robert Johnson:

I woke up this morning-nnn, and all my shrimps was dead and gone.
I woke up this mornin', ooh, all my shrimps was dead and gone.
I was thinkin' about you, baby, why you hear me weep and moan.

I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond.
I got dead shrimps here, ooo, someone fishin' in my pond.
I've served my best bait, baby, and I can't do that no harm.

BRIDGE: Everything I do, babe, you got your mouth stuck out.
Hole where I used to fish, you got me posted out.
Everything I do, you got your mouth stuck out.

At the hole where I used to fish, baby, you got me posted out.

I got dead shrimps here, 'n' someone fishin' in my pond.
I got dead shrimps here, someone fishin' in my pond.
Catchin' my goggle-out perches, and they barbecuin' the bone.

BRIDGE: Now take my shrimp, baby, you know you turned me down.
I couldn't do nothin' until I got myself unwound.
You taken my shrimp, ooh, know you turned me down.
Babe, I couldn't do nothin' until I got myself unwound.



Drunken Hearted Man --- Robert Johnson:

I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seem so mistery.
I'm the drunken hearted man, my life seem so mistery.
And if I could only change my way of livin', it t'would mean so much to me.

I been dogged and I been driven, eve' since I left my mother's home.
I been dogged and I been driven, eve' since I left my mother's home.
And I can't see the reason why that I can't leave these no good womens alone.

My poor father died and left me and my mother done the best that she could.
My poor father died and left me and my mother done the best that she could.
Every man love that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good.

I'm the poor drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all.
I'm a poor drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all.
But the day you get weak for no good women, that's the day that you surely fall.



From Four Till Late --- Robert Johnson:

From four 'ntil late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'.
From four 'ntil late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'.
I believe to my soul that your daddy's Gulfport bound.

From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride.
From Memphis to Norfolk is a thirty-six hours' ride.
A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied.

A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' th'ough its drawers.
A woman is like a dresser, some man's always ramblin' th'ough its drawers.
It cause' so many men wear an apron overall.

From four 'ntil late she get with a no good bunch and clown.
From four 'ntil late she get with a no good bunch and clown.
Now, she won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down.

When I leave this town, I'm 'on' bid you fare, farewell.
When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell.
And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell.



Hellhound On My Trail --- Robert Johnson:

I got to keep movin', I got to keep movin'
Blues fallin' down like hail.
Blues fallin' down like hail.
Ummm, mmm, mmm, mmmm,
Blues fallin' down like hail.
Blues fallin' down like hail.
And the day keeps on my knee,
It's a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail

If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve
And tomorrow was Christmas Day,
If today was Christmas Eve,
And tomorrow was Christmas Day,
(spoken: Aow, wouldn't we have a time, baby?)
All I would need my little sweet rider just
To pass the time away, uh-uh,
To pass the time away.

You sprinkle hot foot powder, mmmm,
Mmmm, around my door,
All around my door.
You sprinkle hot foot powder,
All around your daddy's door,
Hmmm, hmm, hmm,
It keep me with a ramblin' mind, rider,
Every old place I go.
Every old place I go.

I can tell the wind is risin'
The leaves are tremblin' on the tree,
Tremblin' on the tree.
I can tell the wind is risin'
Leaves tremblin' on the tree,
Hmm, hmm, hmm, mmmm,
All I need's my little sweet woman
And to keep my company,
Hmmm, hmm, mmm, mmmm,
My company.



Honeymoon Blues --- Robert Johnson:

Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday.
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday.
I wants a little sweet girl that will do anything that I say.

Betty Mae, you is my heartstring. You is my destiny.
Betty Mae, you is my heartstring. You is my destiny.
And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day.

Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery.
Hmm, hmm-mmmm, li'l girl, my life seem so misery.
Baby, I guess it must be love, now,
Hoo-oommmm, Lord, that's takin' effect on me.

Someday I will return, with the marriage license in my hand.
Someday I will return, hoo, hoo, 'th the marriage license in my hand.
I'm 'on' take you for a honeymoon in some long, long distant land.



I Believe I'll Dust My Broom --- Robert Johnson:

I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom.
I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom.
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can't get my room.

I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know.
I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know.
If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe I know.

I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet.
I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet.
She's a no good doney, they shouldn't 'low her on the street.

I believe, I believe I'll go back home.
I believe, I believe I'll go back home.
You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home.

And I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom.
I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom.
Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can't get my room.

I'm 'on' call up Chiney, see is my good gal over there.
I'm 'on' call up Chiney, see is my good gal over there.
'f I can't find her on Philippine's Island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere.



If I Had Possession Over Judgement Day --- Robert Johnson:

If I had possession over judgement day,
If I had possession over judgement day,
Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't have no right to pray.

And I went to the mountain, lookin' far as my eyes could see.
And I went to the mountain, lookin' far as my eyes could see.
Some other man got my woman and the 'a lonesome blues got me.

And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long.
And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long.
Boy, I woke up this mornin', my biscuit roller gone.

Had to fold my arms and I slowly walked away.
(spoken: 'I didn't like the way she done.')
Had to fold my arms and I slowly walked away.
I said in my mind, "Yo' trouble gon' come someday."

Now run here, baby, set down on my knee.
Now run here, baby, set down on my knee.
I wanna tell you all about the way they treated me.



Kindhearted Woman Blues --- Robert Johnson:

I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me.
I got a kindhearted woman, do anything in this world for me.
But these evil-hearted women, man, they will not let me be.

I love my baby, my baby don't love me.
I love my baby, ooh, my baby don't love me.
But I really love that woman, can't stand to leave her be.

BRIDGE: A-ain't but the one thing makes Mr. Johnson drink,
I's worried 'bout how you treat me, baby, I begin to think:
Oh, babe, my life don't feel the same.
You breaks my heart when you call Mr. So and So's name.

She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time.
She's a kindhearted woman, she studies evil all the time.
You well's to kill me as to have it on your mind.

Additional verse from take 2:

Someday, someday, I would shake your hand goodbye.
Someday, someday-eee, I would shake your hand goodbye.
I can't give you anymore of my lovin', 'cause I just ain't satisfied.



Me and the Devil Blues --- Robert Johnson:

Early this mornin' when you knocked upon my door.
Early this mornin' when you knocked upon my door.
And I said "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go."

Me and the Devil was walkin' side by side.
Me and the Devil, ooo, was walkin' side by side.
I'm goin' to beat my woman until I get satisfied.

She say you don't see why that I will dog her 'round.
(spoken: 'Now, baby, you know you ain't doin' me right, now.')
She say you don't see why, oo, that I will dog her 'round.
It must-a be that old evil spirit so deep down in the ground.

You may bury my body down by the highway side.
(spoken: 'Baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone.')
You may bury my body, ooo, down by the highway side.
So my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride.



Milkcow's Calf Blues --- Robert Johnson:

Te-hell me, milk cow, what on Earth is wrong with you?
Hoo-ooo, milk cow, what on Earth is wrong with you?
Now, you have a little calf, hoo-hooo, and your milk is turnin' blue.

Now, your calf is hungry, I believe he needs a suck.
Now, your calf is hungry, I believe he needs a suck.
But your milk is turnin' blue, hoo-ooo, I believe he's outta luck.

BRIDGE: I feel like milkin' and my cow won't come.
I feel like chu'in' it' and my milk won't turn.
I'm cryin' please-plea-hease, don't do me wrong.
If you see my milk cow, baby, now-how,
please-hease drive her home.

My milk cow been ramblin', hooo, for miles around.
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo-for miles around.
Well, now, can you suck on some other man's bull cow,
hoo, in this strange man's town?



Phonograph Blues --- Robert Johnson:

Beatrice, she got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word.
Beatrice, she got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word.
What evil have I done, what evil has the poor girl heard?

Beatrice, I love my phonograph, but you have broke my windin' chain.
Beatrice, I love my phonograph, hon'y, I broke my windin' chain.
And you've taken my lovin', and give it to your other man.

BRIDGE: Now, we played it on the sofa, now, we played it 'side the wall.
My needles have got rusty, baby, they will not play at all.
We played it on the sofa and we played it 'side the wall.
But my needles have got rusty and it will not play at all.

Beatrice, I go crazy, baby, I will lose my mind.
And I go cra'-ee, honey, I will lose my mind.
Why'n't you bring your clothes back home and try me one more time.

She got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word.
She got a phonograph, ooo-won't say a lonesome word.
What evil have I done or what evil has the poor girl heard?



Preaching Blues --- Robert Johnson:

Mmmmmm-mmmm
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 blu-hu-u-ues is a low-down shakin' chill.
(spoken: 'Yes, preach 'em now.')
Mmmmmmm-mmmm, is a low-down shakin' chill.
You ain't neve' had 'em, I hope you never will.

Well, the blues is an achin' old heart disease.
(spoken: 'Do it now. You gonna do it? Tell me all about it.')
Let the blues is a low-down achin' heart disease.
Like consumption, killin' me by degrees.

I did start 'er r-rain, oh, oh, drive, oh, oh, drive my blues away.
I did start 'er r-rainin', I'm 'on' drive my blues away.
Goin' to the 'still'ry, stay out there all day.



Ramblin' On My Mind --- Robert Johnson:

I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind.
I got ramblin', I got ramblin' all on my mind.
Hate to leave my baby, but you treats me so unkind.

I got mean things, I got mean things all on my mind.
Little girl, little girl, I got mean things all on my mind.
Hate to leave you here, babe, but you treats me so unkind.

Runnin' down to the station, catch the first mail train I see.
(spoken: 'I think I hear her comin' now.')
Runnin' down to the station, catch that old first mail train I see.
I got the blues 'bout Miss So-and-So, and the child got the blues about me.

And I'm leavin' this mornin' with my arm' fold' up and cryin'.
And I'm leavin' this mornin' with my arm' fold' upped and cryin'.
I hate to leave my baby, but she treats me so unkind.

I got mean things, I got mean things on my mind.
I got mean things, I got mean things all on my mind.
I got to leave my baby, well, she treats me so unkind.



Stones In My Passway --- Robert Johnson:

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.
An' 'ere's one thing certainly they have stones all in my past.

BRIDGE: Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin', too.
You laid a passway for me, now what are you tryin' 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 legs to truck home, boys, please don't block my road.
I got three legs to truck home, boys, please don't block my road.
I've been fellin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go.



Stop Breakin' Down --- Robert Johnson:

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-ooo, 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 don't bust your brains out,
Hoo-ooo, it'll make you lose your mind.

Now, you saturday night womens, 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-ooo, 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, yes, stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby,
Hoo-ooo, it'll make you lose your mind.



Sweet Home Chicago --- Robert Johnson:

Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.

Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Oh, baby, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, 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 got to go.
Cryin', baby, honey, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.

Now, two and two is four, four and two is six,
You gon' keep on monkeyin' 'round here friend-boy
you gon' get your business all in a trick, but I'm cryin'
Baby, honey, don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, 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 gon' do it again
But I'm cryin', hey, hey, baby, don't you want to go?
To the land of California, to my sweet home Chicago.

I'm goin' to California from there to Des Moines, Iowa,
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 California, to my sweet home Chicago.



Terraplane Blues --- Robert Johnson:

And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan.
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan.
Who been drivin' my terraplane for you since I been gone.

I'd said I flash your lights, mama, your horn won't even blow.
(spoken: 'Somebody's been runnin' my batteries down on this machine.')
I ever 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 'on' h'ist your hood, mama, I'm bound to check your oil.
I'm gon' h'is your hood, mama-mmmm, I'm bound to check your oil.
I got a woman that I'm lovin', way down in Arkansas.

BRIDGE: 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 batt'ries charged but I'm cryin' please
Please don't do me wrong.
Who been drivin' my terraplane for
You-hoo since I been gone.

Mr. Highwayman plea-hease don't block the road.
Puh-hee-hee-plea-hease don't block the road.
'Cause she's re'ist'rin' a cold one hundred, and I'm booked and I got to go.

Mmm-mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
You-oo-oooo-ooo, you hear me weep and moan.
Who been drivin' my terraplane for you-hoo since I been gone.

I'm 'on' get deep down in this connection,
keep on tanglin' with your wires.
I'm 'on' get deep down in this connection,
hoo-well, keep on tanglin' with your wires.
And when I mash down on your little starter,
then your spark plug will give me fire.



They're Red Hot --- Robert Johnson:

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
I got a girl, say she long and tall,
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale, I mean,
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
She got two for a nickel, got 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, yes, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
I got a letter from a girl in the room,
Now, she got somethin' good she got to bring home soon, now.
It's hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
(spoken: 'They're too hot, boy!')
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest,
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yeah, you got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes, she got 'em for sale.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
(spoken: 'Man, don't mess around 'em hot tamales, now,
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around 'em hot tamales.')
I'm 'onna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep,
I'll do to break 'way your liver and dare your heart to beat
'bout my hot tamales 'cause they red hot
Yes, they got 'em for sale, I mean -
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
You know grandma left and grandpa, too,
Well, I wonder what in the world we chillun gon' do, now.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes, she got 'em for sale.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford,
Well, we wind that thing all on the runnin' board, yes.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
(spoken: 'They're too hot boy!')
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, now she got 'em for sale.
You know the monkey, now the baboon playin' in the grass,
Well, the monkey stuck his finger in that old 'Good Gulf Gas', now.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes, she got 'em for sale, yeah.

Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, she got 'em for sale.
I got a girl, say she long and tall,
Now, she sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall, yes.
Hot tamales and they red hot, yes, now, she got 'em for sale, I mean.
Yes she got 'em for sale, yeah.



Travelling Riverside Blues --- Robert Johnson:

If your man get personal, want to have your fun,
If your man get personal, want to have your fun,
Just come on back to Friars Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long.

I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennesse,
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennesse,
But my Friars Point rider, now, hops all over me.

I ain't gonna state no color but her front teeth 's crowned with gold.
Ain't gonna state no color but her front teeth 's crowned with gold.
She got a mortgage on my body 'n' a lien on my soul.

Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side,
Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side,
We can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's on the riverside.

Now, you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my,
(spoken: ''Til the juice run 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 Point, if I'll be rockin' to my head.



Walkin' Blues --- Robert Johnson:

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 all for my shoes.
But you know 'bout 'at I got these old walkin' blues.

Lord, I feel like blowin' my, woh, old lonesome home.
Got up this mornin', my little Bernice was gone,
Lord, I feel like blow-ooowin' my lonesome home.
Well, I got up this mornin', woh, all I had was gone.

Well, ah leave this morn' if I have to, woh, ride the blind, ah.
I feel mistreated and I don't mind dyin',
Leavin' this morn', ah, 'f 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 a Elgin movement from her head down to her toes.
Break in on a dollar most any where she goes,
Ooooo-ooo, from her head down to her toes,
(spoken: 'Oh, honey')
Lord, she break in on a dollar most anywhere she goes.