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Now, I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind,Some pretty mama, she start, breakin' downStop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' downNow, the stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mindI can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind,Some no-good woman, now, she start breakin' downStop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' downThe stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mindYou know the Saturday night women, now, they love to ape and clownThey won't do nothin' but tear your, reputation downStop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' downThe stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mindNow I gave my baby, that ninety-nine degreeShe jumped up and throwed a pistol, down on meStop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' downThat stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mindNow, that fiddle player, now, use, rosum on his bowThat don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it, don't goStop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' downThe stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Aus Songtexte Mania