Phonograph Blues Songtext
von Robert Johnson

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
What evil has the poor girl done?

Beatrice, I love my phonograph
But you broke my winding chain
Beatrice, I love my phonograph
But you broke my winding chain
And you′ve taken my lovin'
And give it to your other man


Now we played it on the sofa now
We played it side the wall
My needles have got rusty, baby
They will not play at all
We played it on the sofa
And we played it side the wall
But my needles they've got rusty
And it will not play at all

Beatrice, I′ll go crazy
Maybe I will lose my mind
Yeah, I′ll go crazy
Honey, I will lose my mind
Won't you bring your clothes back home
And try me one more time

She got a phonograph
And it won′t say a lonesome word
She got a phonograph
Won't say a lonesome word
What evil have I done
Oh what evil have the poor girl done?