Robert Johnson - Stop Breaking Down Blues (Take 2) lyrics

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 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 your, 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 fiddle1 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