Album: Robert Johnson & The Last of the Mississippi Blues Singers
I say, my little girl
Just as sweet as she can be I say, my little girl
Just as sweet as she can be An' every time she kisses me Cold chill run all over me Now baby, don’t you worry
Just because I’m out of town
Baby, don’t you worry
Just because I’m out of town
All my love I have for you, darlin'
Swear it can’t be turned around, yeah
Now you hurt my feelin'
Babe, but I wouldn’t let on Now you hurt my feelin'
But I swear I wouldn’t let on Why you wouldn’t let on?
I believe the Sunday deacon
Is done been here and gone, yeah
Now I love you, baby
Don’t care what you do I said, I love you, baby
Don’t care what you do But the way you doin'
I swear is comin' back home to you
Play it now, man
Yes, yes
Yeah, yeah
Little racket, little racket