I got stones in my passway
And my road seem dark as night
I got stones in my passway
And my road seem dark as night
I have pains in my hearts
They have taken my appetite
I have a bird to whistle
And I have a bird to sing
Have a bird to whistle
And I have a bird to sing
I got a woman that I'm lovin'
Boy but she don't mean a thing
My enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken poor Bob at last
My enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken poor Bob at last
And there's one thing certainly
They have stones all in my pass
Now you tryin' to take my life
And all my lovin' too
You laid a passway for me
Now what are you trying to do
I'm cryin' please
Please let us be friends
And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider
Please open your door and let me in
I got three legs to truck home
Boys, please don't block my road
I got three legs to truck home
Boys, please don't block my road
I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider
Babe, I'm booked and I got to go
I'm A Steady Rollin' Man
I'm a steady rollin' man
I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man
I roll both night and day
But I haven't got no sweet woman
Boys to be rollin' this way
I'm the man that rolls
When icicles hangin' on the tree
I'm the man that rolls
When icicles hangin' on the tree
And now you hear me howlin', baby
Down on my bended knee
I'm a hard workin' man
Have been for many years I know
I'm a hard workin' man
Have been for many long years I know
And some cream puffs usin' my money
Ooh well babe, that'll never be no more
You can't give your sweet woman
Everything she wants in one time
You can't give your sweet woman
Everything she wants in one time
Well boys, she get ramblin' in her brain
Some other man on her mind
I'm a steady rollin' man
I roll both night and day
I'm a steady rollin' man
I roll both night and day
But I haven't got no sweet woman
Boys to be rollin' this way
From Four Till Late
From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
From four till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin'
I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound
From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride
From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride
A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied
A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers
A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers
It 'cause so many men, wear an apron overall
From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown
From four till late, she get with a no-good bunch and clown
Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man's reputation down
When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell
And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell
And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell
Blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail
Mm mm mm, blues fallin' down like hail, blues fallin' down like hail
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And the days keeps on worryin' me of a hellhound on my trail
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Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
(Aw, 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, mmm
Mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm
All around your daddy's door, hmm hmm hmm
It keep me with a 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
I can tell, the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree
All I need's my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hmm hmm, hey hey
My company
Little Queen Of Spades
Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be
She is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be
Every time 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
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
Everybody 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
Well, well, little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen
Since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen
Let's us put our heads together, hoo fair brown, then we can make our money green
I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away
I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away
Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin', as the flowers is in May
Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head
Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head
And I have a funny, funny feelin', and I'm talkin' all out my head
Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time
Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time
Keep on stirrin' my malted milk mama, until I change my mind
My door knob keeps on turnin', it must be spooks around my bed
My door knob keeps on turnin', must be spooks around my bed
I have a warm, old feelin', and the hair risin' on my head
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery
And if I could change my way of livin', it would mean so much to me
I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home
I been dogged and I been driven, ever since I left my mother's home
And I can't see the reason why, that I can't leave these no-good women's alone
My father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could
My poor father died and left me, my poor mother done the best that she could
Every man likes that game you call love, but it don't mean no man no good
Now, I'm the drunken hearted man and sin was the cause of it all (Oh, play 'em now!)
I'm a poor drunken hearted man, and sin was the cause of it all
And the day that you get weak for no-good women, that's the day that you bound to fall
Early this mornin', ooh, when you knocked upon my door
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And I said, "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go"
Me and the devil, was walkin' side by side
Me and the devil, ooh, was walkin' side by side
And I'm goin' to beat my woman, until I get satisfied
She say you don't see why, that you will dog me round
(Now, babe, you know you ain't doin' me right, don't ya)
She say you don't see why, ooh, that you will dog me round
It must-a be that old evil spirit, so deep down in the ground
You may bury my body, down by the highway side
(Baby, I don't care where you bury my body when I'm dead and gone)
You may bury my body, ooh, down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit, can catch a Greyhound bus and ride
It'll make you lose your mind
I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind
Some no-good woman she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby
Hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
Now, you Saturday night women's, 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
Hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine 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
Hoo hoo, 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, yeah stop breakin' down
The stuff I got 'll bust your brains out, baby
Hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
Alternate lyrics from 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 mind
Now, that fiddle player, now, use, rosin 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
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Best come on back to Friars Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night long
I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got women's 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...
('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
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now)
But I'm goin' back to Friars Point, if I be rockin' to my head
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 heart-string, you is my destiny
Betty Mae, you is my heart-string, you is my destiny
And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day
Lil' girl, lil' girl, my life seem so misery
Hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery
Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoo mm, 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 a marriage license in my hand
I'm gon' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land
And I followed her to the station
With a suitcase in my hand
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And I followed her to the station
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With a suitcase in my hand
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Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell
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When all your love's in vain
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All my love's in vain
When the train rolled up to the station
I looked her in the eye
When the train rolled up to the station
And I looked her in the eye
Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome
And I could not help but cry
All my love's in vain
When the train, it left the station
With two lights on behind
When the train, it left the station
With two lights on behind
Well, the blue light was my blues
And the red light was my mind
All my love's in vain
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo, Willie Mae
Oh oh oh oh oh hey
Hoo, Willie Mae
Hoo hoo hoom, hoo wee oh woe
All my love's in vain
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 churnin' and my, milk won't turn
I'm cryin' please, please 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
Alternate lyrics from Take 2:
Now, I feel like milkin' and my, cow won't come
I feel like churnin' it and my, milk won't turn
I'm cryin', please, please, don't do me wrong
If you see my milk cow, baby, now-how, please, drive her home
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hee, for miles around
My milk cow been ramblin', hoo hoo, for miles around
Well, now, can you suck on some other man's bull cow
Hoo hoo, in this strange man's town
