(Robert Johnson) Everytime I'm walking all down the street Some pretty mama start breaking down on me Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby Gonna make you lose your mind You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down Stop breaking down, mama, please, Stop breaking down Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind I love my baby ninety nine degrees But that mama got a pistol, Laid down on me Stop breaking down, baby, Please, Stop breaking down Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind Everytime I walking all donw the street, some pretty women Start breaking down on me stop breaking down, mama, please,stop breaking down