Eric Clapton - Traveling Riverside Blues Lyrics
(Robert Johnson)If your man gets personal, want to have your funIf your man gets personal, want to have your funJust come on back to Friar's Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night longI got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into TennesseeI got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into TennesseeBut my Friar's Point rider, now, hops all over meI ain't gon' to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with goldI ain't gon' to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with goldShe got a mortgage on my body, now, lien on my soulLord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my sideLord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my sideWe can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's on the river sideNow you can squeeze my lemon till the juice run down my...[Spoken:] till the juice run down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' 'boutYou can squeeze my lemon till the juice run down my leg(that's what I'm talkin' about now)But I'm goin' back to Friar's Point, if I be rockin' to my head