Robert Johnson — Stop Breakin’ Down Blues Take 2

[Verse 1] I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind Some pretty mama she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gonna bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind [Verse 1] I can't walk the streets now to consolate my mind Some ole good woman now she starts 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 [Verse 2] Now, you Saturday night women's, now, you 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 [Verse 3] 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 The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind [Verse 4] 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