Texty: Eric Clapton. Me And Mr. Johnson. Stop Breakin' Down Blues.

Every time I'm walkin' down the street
Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down
Please, stop breakin' down
Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

I can't walk the streets now to consulate my mind
Some pretty mama starts breakin' down

Stop breakin' down
Please, stop breakin' down
Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown
Won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down

Stop breakin' down
Please, stop breakin' down
Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees
She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me

Stop breakin' down
Please, stop breakin' down
Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Well now, I can't start walkin' down the streets
Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down
Please, stop breakin' down
Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind