I love my stuff babe I want you to hop
I love my stuff babe I want you to hop
And my rider got some way of shimmying - swear it just won't
stop
Oh I know she want it hot babe - sure don't want it
cold
Oh I know she want it hot babe - sure don't want it
cold
It would break my heart : if *the ??? need* no more
And I keeps on telling my rider : well she was
*shivering* down
Lord that jelly?baking strut : will make a monkey?man
leave his town
Oh the light burning dim in that black camp again
Oh the light burning dim in that black camp again
It must be the devil - inside this barrel of gin
Oh I'm going to leave Mississippi now babe before it be
too late
Oh I'm going to leave Mississippi now babe before it be
too late
It may be like Twenty Seven Highwater swear it just won't
wait
Oh I once had a notion - Lord I believe I will
I'm going to go to the river and stop at Dago Hill