by Robert Johnson
I am a steady rollin` man and I roll both night and day.
I am a steady rollin` man and I roll both night and day.
But I ain`t got no sweet woman, woo-hoo Lord, to be rollin` this way.
I am the man that rolls when icicles are hanging on the tree.
I am the man that rolls when icicles are hanging on the tree.
Why can`t you hear me begging mama, woo-hoo Lord, down on my bended knee?
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