Travelin' Riverside Blues
Lyrics
If your man gets personal, go on
Have your fun
If your man gets personal, go on
have your fun well, you barrelhouse, baby
Barrelhouse all night long
I got this woman in Vicksburg
You know she clean on into Tennessee
I got this woman in Vicksburg
And she clean on into Tennessee
But my Friar's Point mama, oh Lordie
She hops all over me
Ain't gon' to state no color
But her front teeth were crowned with gold
Ain't gon' to state no color
But her front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body
She got a lien on my soul
Well, I'm going to Rosedale
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
Well, I'm going to Rosedale
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
Well, barrelhouse, baby
It was by the riverside
Well, you can squeeze my lemon 'til
The juice run down my leg
You know what I'm talking about, baby
You can squeeze my lemon 'til the
Juice run down my leg
I'm going back to Friar's Point, baby
'cause I'm rockin' til I'm dead
If your man gets personal, go on
Have your fun
If your man gets personal, go on
Have your fun
Now come on back to Friar's Point, mama
Barrelhouse all night long
Writer(s): ROBERT JOHNSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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