| Now, I can't walk the streets,
now
to consolate my mind Some pretty mama, she start breakin'down Stop breakin' down please, stop breakin' down Now, the stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind Some no-good woman, now, she start breakin'down Stop breakin' down please, stop breakin'down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind You know the Saturday night women, now they love to ape and clown They won't do nothin'but tear yo' reputation down Stop breakin' down please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now I gave my baby that ninety-nine degree She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin'down please, stop breakin' down That stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, that fiddle player, now, use rosum on his bow That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it don't go Stop breakin' down please, stop breakin'down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind |