Lyrics:

Like a number of Zeppelin hits, this was adapted from an original recording by an African American blues musician. In this case, Robert Johnson.
Hey
That's right

Asked sweet mama, let me be her kid
She said, 'You might get hurt if you don't keep it hid'
Well, I, I know my baby if I see her in the dark
I said I know my rider if I see her in the dark

Now, I'm going to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Still barrelhouse, but it's on the riverside, yeah
I know my baby, Lord, I said, is really sloppy drunk
I know my mama, Lord, a brown-skin, but she ain't no plum, uh-huh
See my baby, tell her, tell her hurry home
Had no loving since my baby been gone, yeah
See my baby, tell her hurry on home
I ain't had, Lord, my right mind
Since my rider's been gone

Hey, mama says she's my rider
I wanna tell you she's my rider
I know you're mine, she's my rider
She ain't but sixteen, but she's my rider
I'm going to Rosedale, take my rider by my side
Anybody ask you and me met, I keep them satisfied
But, uh, see my baby, tell her, tell her to shape I’m in
Ain't no lovin’, Lord, since you nowhere

Ah, yeah
My, my, my, my
Ah, won’t you come in my kitchen?

She's a kindhearted baby
She studies evil all the time
She's a kindhearted woman
She studies evil all the time
Squeeze my lemon till the juice runs down my leg
Squeeze it so hard I fall right out of bed
If you squeeze my lemon
Till the juice runs down my leg
I wonder if you know what I'm talking about
Oh, but the way that you squeeze it, girl
I swear I'm going to fall right out of bed
Ah, she's a good rider

Hey, yeah
She's my kindhearted lady
I'm going to take my rider by my side, yeah
I said her front teeth are lined with gold
She's got a mortgage on my body, got a lien on my soul
She's my brown-skin sugar plum