Stop Breakin' Down Blues (Take 2) Lyrics
Stop Breakin' Down Blues(Take 2) - Robert Johnson
Now 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