Every time I'm walkin' down the streets
Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

I can't walk the streets now, can't consolate my mind
Some no-good woman she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got gonna bust your brains out
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, you Saturday night womens, you love to ape and clown
You won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, I give my baby, now the ninety-nine degree
She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

I can't start walkin' down the streets
But my pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me
Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Robert Johnson