"Travelling Riverside Blues" as written by and Robert Johnson....
Asked sweet mama, Let me be her kid
She said, "You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid"

Well I know my baby, If I see her in the dark
I said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark

Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side
Still barrelhouse, If it's on the riverside, yeah
I know my baby, Lord, I said, "is really sloppy drunk"
I know my mama, Lord, a brown skin, but she ain't no plum

See my baby, tell her, Tell her hurry home
Had no lovin', since my baby been gone
See my baby, Tell hurry on home
I ain't had, Lord, my right mind, Since my rider's been gone

Hey, she promises, She's my rider
I want to tell you, She's my rider
I know you're mine, She's my rider
She ain't but sixteen, But she's my rider

I'm goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by side
Anybody argue with me man, I'll keep them satisfied
Well, see my baby, tell her, Tell her the shape I'm in
Ain't had no lovin', Lord, since you know when

Spoken: Why don't you come into my kitchen
She's a kindhearted lady. She studies evil all the time
She's a kindhearted woman. She studies evil all the time

Squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard, I'll fall right out of bed
Squeeze my lemon, 'til the juice runs down my leg

Spoken: I wonder if you know what I'm talkin' about
Oh, but the way that you squeeze it girl
I swear I'm gonna fall right out of bed

She's a good rider
She's my kindhearted lady
I'm gonna take my rider by my side
I said her front teeth are lined with gold
She's gotta mortgage on my body, got a lien on my soul
She's my brown skin sugar plum


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"Travelling Riverside Blues" as written by Robert Johnson

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    General CommentThis is a fantastic tribute to the great Robert Johnson
    (probably one of your most quietly influential blues musicians ever) here are his original lyrics:

    If your man get personal, want to have your fun,
    If your man get personal, want to have your fun,
    Just come on back to Friars Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long.

    I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennesse,
    I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennesse,
    But my Friars Point rider, now, hops all over me.

    I ain't gonna state no color but her front teeth 's crowned with gold.
    Ain't gonna state no color but her front teeth 's crowned with gold.
    She got a mortgage on my body 'n' 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, 'cause it's on the riverside.

    Now, you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my,
    (spoken: ''Til the juice run 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'll be rockin' to my head
    chaikyon June 09, 2003   Link

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