Stop Breakin' Down Blues

Stop Breakin' Down Blues - Robert Johnson

I can't walk the streets now

To consolate my mind

Some pretty mama she start

Breakin' down

Stop breakin' down please

Stop breakin' down

Now 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

To consolate my mind

Some no-good woman now

She start 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

You know the Saturday night women

Now they 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

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

That stuff I got'll

Bust your brains out baby

Hoo hoo it'll make you lose your mind

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