Song lyrics Traveling riverside blues by Eric Clapton

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

I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
I got womens in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee
But my Friarīs Point rider, now, hops all over me

I ainīt gonī to state no color, but her front teeth is crowned with gold
I ainīt gonī 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, Iīm goinī to Rosedale, gonī take my rider by my side
Lord, Iīm goinī to Rosedale, gonī take my rider by my side
We can still barrelhouse, baby, īcause itīs on the river side

Now you can squeeze my lemon till the juice run down my...

[Spoken:] till the juice run down my leg, baby, you know what Iīm talkinī ībout
You can squeeze my lemon till the juice run down my leg
(thatīs what Iīm talkinī about now)
But Iīm goinī back to Friarīs Point, if I be rockinī to my head