Lyrics Traveling Riverside Blues Take 1 - Robert Johnson

Traveling Riverside Blues Take 1

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 womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
But my Friar’s Point rider, now, hops all over me
I ain’t gon' to state no color, but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain’t gon' to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, now, a lien on my soul
Lord, I’m going to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side
Lord, I’m going to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse baby, 'cause it’s on the riverside
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 talking about)
You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg
(That's what I’m talking 'bout, now)
But I’m going back to Friars Point, if I be rocking to my head