Robert Johnson
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Cross Road Blues
I went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
I
went down to the crossroad
fell down on my knees
Asked the lord above
"Have mercy now
save poor Bob if you please"
Yeeooo, standin at the
crossroad
tried to flag a ride
ooo ooo eee
I tried to flag a ride
Didn't nobody seem to know me babe
everybody pass me by
Standin at the
crossroad babe
risin sun goin down
Standin at the crossroad babe
eee
eee eee, risin sun goin down
I believe to my soul now,
Poor Bob is sinkin
down
You can run, you can run
tell my friend Willie Brown
You can run,
you can run
tell my friend Willie Brown
(th)'at I got the croosroad blues
this mornin Lord
babe, I'm sinkin down
And I went to the crossroad momma
I looked east and west
I went to the crossroad baby
I looked east and west
Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman
ooh-well babe, in my distress
Hellhound On My Trail
I gotta keep movin
I gotta keep movin
Blues fallin down
like hail
Blues fallin down like hail
Umm mmmm mmm mmmmmm
Blues fallin
down like hail
Blues fallin down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin
me
theres a hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my trail
hellhound on my
trail
If today was Christmas Eve
If today was Christmas Eve
and tommorow 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 huh huh
to pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder mmmm
mmm around my door
all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
all around your daddy's door hmm hmm hmm
It keep me with ramblin mind rider
every old place I go
every old place I go
I can tell the wind is risin
the leaves tremblin on the tree
tremblin on the tree
hmmm hmmm hmm mmm
All I needs is my sweet woman
and to keep my company hey hey hey hey
my
company
They're Red Hot
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 girls, say
she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot
tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em
for sale, yeah 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, 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'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
Now she got something good she got to bring
home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale,
I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah 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
(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're red hot,
yes you 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
(spoken) Man don't mess around
em hot tamales now
(spoken) Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em
hot tamales
(spoken) I'm onna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
(spoken) I'll due to break away 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're red hot,
yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're 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'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
Well we wind that thing all on the runnin board, yes
Hot
tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em
for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot,
yes she got'em for sale
They're too hot boy!
Hot tamales and they're 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're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale,
yeah 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 girls, say she long and
tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and
they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes she got'em for sale,
yeah
Milkcow's Calf Blues
Tell me, milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you
Hoo hoo,
milkcow, what on earth is wrong with you
Now you have a little new calf, hoo
hoo, and your milk is turnin' blue
Your calf is hungry, and I believe he
needs a suck
Your calf is hungry, hoo hoo, I believe he needs a suck
But
your milk is turnin' blue, hoo hoo, I believe he's outta luck
Now I feel
like milkin' and my, cow won't come
I feel like chu'in' and my, milk won't
turn
I'm cryin' pleease, pleease don't do me wrong
If you can old milkcow,
baby now, hoo hoo, drive home
My milkcow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles
around
My milkcow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
Well, she been
troublin' some other bull cow, hoo hoo, in this man's town
.
Honeymoon Blues
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 hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery
Baby, i
guess it must be love, now, hoom mmm, lord that's takin' effect on me
Some
day i will return, with the marriage license in my hand
Some day i will
return, hoohoo, with the marriage license in my hand
I'm 'on' take you for a
honeymoon, in some long, long distant land
Traveling Riverside Blues
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your
man get personal, want you to have your fun
Just come on back to Friars
Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night long
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean
on into Tennessee
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
But
my Friars Point 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
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, 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 Point, if I be rockin'to my head
Stop Breakin' Down Blues
Everytime I'm walkin' down the streets
Some pretty mama
strat breakin' down with me
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The
stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind.
I can't walk the streets,
now consolate my mind
Some no good woman she
starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The
stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, 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
Ooh, it'll
make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the 99 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
Ooh, 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, please stop breakin' down
The
stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind
Little Queen of Spades
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let
her be
Mmmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her
be
Everytime she makes a spread, hoo fair brown, cold chill just runs all
over me
I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if the last thing that I do
Eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do
Well, a
man don't need a woman, ooh fair brown, that he got to give all his money to
Everybody say she got a mojo, now she's been usin' that stuff
Mmmm, mmmm,
'verybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff
But she got a
way trimmin' down, hoo fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough
Now,
little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen
Ooo eee, since I
am the king baby, and you is a queen
Le's us put our heads together, hoo fair
brown, then we can make our money green
Last Fair Deal Gone Down
It's the last fair deal goin' down, last fair deal goin' down
It's the last fair deal goin' down, good lord
On that Gulfport Island Road Eh
Ida Belle, don't cry, this time,
Ida Belle, don't cry, this time
If you
cry about a nickel, you'll die for a dime
She wouldn't cry, but the money
won't mine I love the way you do,
i love the way you do
I love the way
you do, good lord
On this Gulfport Island Road My captain's so mean on me,
my captain's so mean on me
My captain's so mean on m'mmmm, good lord
On this Gulfport Island Road Take camp tain he and see,
camp ain't he and
see
At scal ain't be at seen, good lord
On that Gulfport Island Road Ah,
this last fair deal goin' down,
it's the last fair deal goin' down
This'
the last fair deal goin' down, good lord
On this Gulfport Island Road I'm
workin' my way back home,
i'm working my way back home
I'm workin' my way
back home, good lord
On this Gulfport Island Road And that thing don't keep a
ringin' so soon,
that thing don't keep a ringin' so soon
And that thing
don't keep a ringin' so soon, good lord
On that Gulfed and Port Island Road
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