(Robert Johnson)
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If your man gets personal,
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Want you to have your fun.
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If your man gets personal,
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Want you to have your fun.
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Well, come on back to Friar's Point, mama,
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Barrelhouse all night long.
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I got womens in Vicksburg,
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Clean on into Tennessee.
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I got womens in Vicksburg,
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Clean on into Tennessee.
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But my Friar's Point rider, now,
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Hops all over me.
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I ain't gonna state no color but
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Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
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I ain't gonna state no color but
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Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
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She got a mortgage on my body, Lord,
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A lien on my soul.
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Well, I'm going down to Rosedale,
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Rider by my side.
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Lord, I'm going down to Rosedale,
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Rider by my side.
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Well, we can still barrelhouse, babe,
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On the riverside.
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You can squeeze my lemon till
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Juice run down my leg.
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You can squeeze my lemon till
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Juice run down my leg.
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That's what I'm talking about!
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But I'll be going back to Friar's Point, mama,
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Rocking to my head.
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Traveling Riverside Blues
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| Eric Clapton |
