Traveling Riverside Blues - Lyrics

Album: St. Mary's Street, 2015 
Written by: R. Johnson

If your man gets personal, won't let you have your fun
If your man gets personal, won't let you have your fun
Just come on down to Friar's Point mamma, we'll barrel house all night long

I've got women down in Vicksburg, clean down to Tennessee
I've got women down in Vicksburg, clean down to Tennessee
But my Friar's Point rider now she, she hops all over me

Ain't gonna no color, but her front teeths are crowned with gold
I ain't gonna no color, but her front teeths, they crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body man, and a lien all over my soul
Alright...

Well I'm goin down to Rosedale, take my rider on by my side
Yeah goin down to Rosedale, take my rider on by my side
We can barrel house down by the riverside

I'm gonna hop that west bound train, won't be back at all - oow!
Gonna ride that Memphis train, won't be back at all
Won't you tell my good gal, gone back to Arkansas
Aw get gone!