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Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, some pretty mama start breakin' down with me
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Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind.
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I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind,
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some no-good woman she starts breakin' down
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
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The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
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Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown,
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you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
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Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
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she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
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Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
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Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
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I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me
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Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down
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The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
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Stop Breaking Down Blues (Take 1)
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| Robert Johnson |
