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Now, I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind,
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some pretty mama, she start, breakin' down
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Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down
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Now, 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, to consolate my mind,
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some no-good woman, now, she start breakin' 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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You know the Saturday night women, now, they love to ape and clown
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They won't do nothin' but tear your, 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 gave my baby, that 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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That stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
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Now, that fiddle1 player, now, use, rosum on his bow
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That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it, don't go
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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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Stop Breaking Down Blues (Take 2)
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| Robert Johnson |
