Robert Johnson - I Believe I'll Dust My Broom Lyrics
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I Believe I'll Dust My Broom
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What Are The Lyrics For I Believe I'll Dust My Broom By Robert Johnson?
I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm goin' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know I'm gon' write a letter, telephone every town I know If I can't find her in West Helena, she must be in East Monroe, I know I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet I don't want no woman, wants every downtown man she meet She's a no-good honey, they shouldn't allow her on the street I believe, I believe I'll go back home I believe, I believe I'll go back home You can mistreat me here, babe, but you can't when I go home And I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gettin' up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can get my room I'm gonna call up Chiney, see if my good girl over there I'm gonna call up China, see if my good girl over there If I can't find her on Philippine's island, she must be in Ethiopia somewhere |
Who Wrote I Believe I'll Dust My Broom By Robert Johnson?
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