Eric Clapton Traveling Riverside Blues Lyrics

Traveling Riverside Blues Lyrics

(Robert Johnson)



If your man gets personal,

Want you to have
your fun.

If your man gets personal,

Want you to have your fun.

Well, come on back to Friar's Point, mama,

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
gonna state no color but

Her front teeth is crowned with gold.

I
ain't gonna state no color but

Her front teeth is crowned with gold.

She got a mortgage on my body, Lord,

A lien on my soul.



Well, I'm going down to Rosedale,

Rider by my side.

Lord, I'm
going down to Rosedale,

Rider by my side.

Well, we can still
barrelhouse, babe,

On the riverside.



You can squeeze my
lemon till

Juice run down my leg.

You can squeeze my lemon till

Juice run down my leg.

That's what I'm talking about!

But I'll be
going back to Friar's Point, mama,

Rocking to my head.