I got stones in my passwayAnd my road seem dark as night
I got stones in my passway
And my road seem dark as night
I have pains in my hearts
They have taken my appetite
I have a bird to whistleAnd I have a bird to sing
Have a bird to whistle
And I have a bird to sing
I got a woman that I'm loving
Boy, she don't mean a thing
My enemies have betrayed meHave overtaken poor Bob at last
My enemies have betrayed me
Have overtaken poor Bob at last
An' here's one thing certainly
They have stones all in my pass
Now you trying to take my lifeAnd all my loving too
You laid a passway for me
Now what are you trying to do
I'm crying please
Plea-ease let us be friends
And when you hear me howling in my passway, rider
Plea-ease open your door and let me in
I got three legs to truck homeBoys, please don't block my road
I got three legs to truck home
Boys, please don't block my road
I've been feeling ashamed 'bout my rider
Babe, I'm booked and I got to go
Songwriters
ROBERT JOHNSONPublished by
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY