If your man get personal, want you to have your fun If your man get personal, want you to have your fun Best come on back to Friars Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night long
I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee But my Friars Point1 rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth is crowned with gold She got a mortgage on my body, now, and a lien on my soul
Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side We can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside
Now you can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my... (spoken: 'til the juice rune down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' about) You can squeeze my lemon 'til the juice run down my leg (spoken: That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, now) But I'm goin' back to Friars Point, if I be rockin'to my head
I went down to the crossroads,
fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads,
fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy,
"Save me if you please."
I went down to the crossroads,
tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the crossroads,
tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me,
everybody passed me by.
I'm going down to Rosedale,
take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to Rosedale,
take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse,
baby, on the riverside.
You can run, you can run,
tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run,
tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroads,
believe I'm sinking down.