Traveling Riverside Blues Songtext
von Robert Johnson

If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
If your man get personal, want you to have your fun
Just come on back to Friar′s Point
Mama, and barrelhouse all night long

I got women in Vicksburg clean on into Tennessee
I got women in Vicksburg clean on into Tennessee
But my Friar's Point rider now hops all over me


I ain′t goin' to state no color, but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't goin′ to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, not a lien on my soul

Lord, I′m goin' to Rodell, goin′ take my rider by my side
Lord, I'm goin′ to Rodell, goin' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse, baby, ′cause it's on the riverside, hm

Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my-
′Til the juice run down my leg, baby, you know what I′m talkin' ′bout
You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg
That′s what I'm talkin′ 'bout now
But I'm goin′ back to Friar′s Point if I be rockin' to my head