| Lyrics: | (Robert Johnson)
If your man gets personal, want to have your fun
If your man gets personal,
want to have your fun
Just come on back to Friar's Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night
long
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got womens in Vicksburg,
clean on into Tennessee
But my Friar's Point rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon'
to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color, but
her front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, now, lien on my
soul
Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side
Lord, I'm goin' to
Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's on the river
side
Now you can squeeze my lemon till the juice run down my...
[Spoken:] till the
juice run down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
You can squeeze my lemon till the
juice run down my leg
(that's what I'm talkin' about now)
But I'm goin' back to Friar's
Point, if I be rockin' to my head |
