Lyrics:

If your man gets personal, want to have your funIf your man gets personal, want to have your funJust come on back to
Friar's Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night longI got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into TennesseeI got womens in Vicksbu
rg, clean on into TennesseeBut my Friar's Point rider, now, hops all over meI ain't gon' to state no color, but her front te
eth is crowned with goldI ain't gon' to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with goldShe got a mortgage on my body
, now, lien on my soulLord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my sideLord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my ri
der by my sideWe can still barrelhouse, baby, 'cause it's on the river sideNow you can squeeze my lemon till the juice run d
own my...(Spoken: till the juice run down my leg, baby, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout)You can squeeze my lemon till the jui
ce run down my leg(thats what Im talkin about now)But I'm goin' back to Friar's Point, if I be rockin' to my head