Deep in the pocket, of an old sport coat jacket I chanced to discover an old memory Three for a quarter, a black and white portrait Taken of Jennifer
by Robert Johnson Recording of November 23, 1936 San Antonio, Texas Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm You
Well, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Lord, I followed her to the station With a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell
by Robert Johnson Recording of November 27, 1936 San Antonio, Texas I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroad, fell down
I woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes Know 'bout 'at I got these, old walkin' blues Woke up this mornin', feelin' round for my shoes But
you better come on in my kitchen well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors a woman i know took my best friend some joker got lucky stole her back again
And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin' my Terraplane1, for you since I been
gotta keep moving gotta keep moving blues falling down like hail gotta keep moving blues falling down like hail and the daylight keeps moving
When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side, When you got a good friend That will stay right by your side, Give her all your spare time
I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery I'm a drunken hearted man, my life seems so misery And if I could change my way of livin', it would
If your man gets personal, Want you to have your fun. If your man gets personal, Want you to have your fun. Well, come on back to Friar's Point, mama,
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girls, say she long and tall
I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night I have pains in my hearts They
Mmmmm mmmmm I's up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man I's up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man Worried blues, give me your right hand
Beatrice, she got a phonograph, and it won't say a lonesome word Beatrice, she got a phonograph, but it won't say a lonesome word What evil have I done
