Lyrics:

(Robert Johnson) If I had possession over judgement day, If I had possession over judgement day, Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't have no right to pray. And I went to the mountain, lookin' far as my eyes could see. And I went to the mountain, lookin' far as my eyes could see. Some other man got my woman and the 'a lonesome blues got me. And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long. And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long. Boy, I woke up this mornin', my biscuit roller gone. Had to fold my armes and I slowly walked away. [Spoken:] 'I didn't like the way she done.' Had to fold my armes and I slowly walked away. I said in my mind, Yo' trouble gon' come someday. Now run here, baby, set down on my knee. Now run here, baby, set down on my knee. I wanna tell you all about the way they treated me.