(Robert Johnson)
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Every time I'm walking down the street,
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Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me.
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[Chorus:]
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Stop breakin' down,
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Please, stop breakin' down.
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The stuff I got will bust your brains out, baby.
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Oh, 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 pretty mama starts breakin' down.
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[Chorus]
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Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown.
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Won't do nothing but tear a good man reputation down.
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[Chorus]
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Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees.
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She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me.
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[Chorus]
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Well now, I can't start walking down the streets,
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Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me.
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[Chorus]
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Stop Breakin' Down Blues
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| Eric Clapton |
