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.