(Robert Johnson)

If your man gets personal, want to have your fun

If your man gets personal, want 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 is 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, lien on my soul



Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side

Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side

We can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's on the river side



Now 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' 'bout

You 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