(Robert Johnson)
If I had possession over judgment day
If I had possession over judgment day
Lord, the women I'm lovin' would have no right to pray
And I went to the mountain, far as my eye could see
Lord, I went to the mountain, far as my eye could see
Some other man got my woman and the lonesome blues got me
And I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
Lord, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long
And I woke up this morning, my biscuit rollin' on
Had to fold my arms and slowly walked away
(I didn't like the way she done.)
Lord, I fold my arms and I slowly walked away
Well, I said in my mind, "Your trouble gonna come some day."
Well, now run here baby, get down on bended knee
Lord, now run here baby, get down on bended knee
I wanna tell you all about the way they treated me