STOP BREAKIN' DOWN BLUES (take 2)

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 mid
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 yo'
        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


Notes: 1. See notes to "Stop Breakin' Down Blues" (take 1).


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Sito pensato e realizzato da Roberto Mammola 1999 - 2001