Stop Breakin' Down Blues (Alternate Take)

(álbum: The Complete Recordings - 1990)

Now, I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind,
Some pretty mama, she start, breaking down
Stop breaking down, please, stop breaking 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 breaking down
Stop breaking down, please, stop breaking 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 nothing but tear your, reputation down
Stop breaking down, please, stop breaking 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 breaking down, please, stop breaking down
That stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, that fiddle1 player, now, use, rosum on his bow
That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it, don't go
Stop breaking down, please, stop breaking down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind