Stop Breakin' Down Blues (Remastered)

Текст песни Robert Johnson - Stop Breakin' Down Blues (Remastered)

[Verse 1]
I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind
Some pretty mama she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got it gonna bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind

[Verse 1]
I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind
Some ole good woman now she starts breakin' 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
[Verse 2]
Now, you Saturday night women's, now, you love to ape and clown
They won't do nothin' but tear your 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

[Verse 3]
Now, I gave my baby, that ninety-nine degree
She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
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

[Verse 4]
Now, that fiddle player, now, use rosum on his bow
That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it don't go
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