Stop Breakin' Down Blues

(album: The Robert Johnson Songbook - 1998)

Every time I'm walking down the streets
Some pretty mama start breaking down with me
Stop breaking down, yes stop breaking down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
It'll make you lose your mind

I can't walk the streets now con, consulate my mind
Some no-good woman she starts breaking down
Stop breaking down, please stop breaking down
The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby
It'll make you lose your mind

Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown
You won't do nothing but tear a good man reputation down
Stop breaking down, please stop breaking down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
It'll make you lose your mind

Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree
She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breaking down, please stop breaking down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
It'll make you lose your mind

I can't start walking down the streets
But some pretty mama don't start breaking down with me
Stop breaking down, yeah stop breaking down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
It'll make you lose your mind