文本歌词

Stop Breakin' Down Blues - Robert Johnson
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 fiddle 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