I can't keep walkin' down the street
'Fore some pretty daddy start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down
Please, please, stop breakin' down
I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

These no good men love to ape and clown
They don't do nothin' but tear my good reputation down

Stop breakin' down
Please, please, stop breakin' down
I got the stuff that'll bust you brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

I can't walk the streets now, I can't consolate my mind
'Fore some no good man starts breakin' down

Stop breakin' down
Please, please, stop breakin' down
I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

I give my baby the ninety-ninth degree
Then he rose up and brought a pistol down on me

Stop breakin' down
Please, please, stop breakin' down
I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

I can't keep walkin' down the street
'Fore some no good man start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down
Please, please, stop breakin' down
I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

I got the stuff that'll bust your brains out, baby
Make you lose your mind

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