I got stones in my passway, and my road seems dark as night
I got stones in my passway, and my road seems dark as night
I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing
I got a good woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing
My enemies betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
My enemies betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last
And there's one thing that's certain, they have stones all in my pass

Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too
You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do?
I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends
And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, open your door and let me in
I got three lanes to truck home, boys please don't block my road
I got three lanes to truck home, boys please don't block my road
I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go.

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Writer(s): Joe Bonamassa, Robert Johnson