Traveling Riverside Blues Songtext
von Eric Clapton

If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun
If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun
Just come on back to Friar′s Point, mama, and barrelhouse all night long

I got women in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got women in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
But my Friar's Point rider, now, hops all over me


I ain′t goin' to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
I ain't goin′ to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, now, lien on my soul

Lord, I′m goin' to Rosedale, goin′ take my rider by my side
Lord, I'm goin′ to Rosedale, goin' take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse, baby, ′cause it's on the riverside

You can squeeze my lemon 'till the juice run down my leg
You can squeeze my lemon ′till the juice run down my leg
That′s what I'm talkin′ about, now
But I'm goin′ back to Friar's Point, if I be rockin′ to my head