Текст песни Traveling Riverside Blues - Eric Clapton
If
your
man
gets
personal,
want
you
to
have
your
fun
If
your
man
gets
personal,
want
you
to
have
your
fun
Just
come
on
back
to
Friar's
Point,
mama,
and
barrelhouse
all
night
long
I
got
women
in
Vicksburg,
clean
on
into
Tennessee
I
got
women
in
Vicksburg,
clean
on
into
Tennessee
But
my
Friar's
Point
rider,
now,
hops
all
over
me
I
ain't
goin'
to
state
no
color,
but
her
front
teeth
is
crowned
with
gold
I
ain't
goin'
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,
goin'
take
my
rider
by
my
side
Lord,
I'm
goin'
to
Rosedale,
goin'
take
my
rider
by
my
side
We
can
still
barrelhouse,
baby,
'cause
it's
on
the
riverside
You
can
squeeze
my
lemon
'till
the
juice
run
down
my
leg
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
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