Phonograph Blues

Phonograph  Blues  -  Robert  Johnson

  Beatrice  got  a  phonograph

    And  it  won't  say  a  lonesome  word

    Beatrice  got  a  phonograph

    And  it  won't  say  a  lonesome  word

    What  evil  have  I  done?

  What  evil  has  the  poor  girl  heard?

    Beatrice,  I  love  my  phonograph

  But  you  broke  my  windin'  chain

    Beatrice,  I  love  my  phonograph

  But  you  have  broke  my  windin'  chain

    And  you  taken  my  lovin'

    And  you  gave  it  to  your  other  man

    And  we  played  it  on  the  sofa

    And  we  played  it  side  the  wall

    And  we  played  it  on  the  sofa

    And  we  played  it  side  the  wall

    But  boys,  my  needles  have  got  rusty

  And  it  will  not  play  at  all

    Beatrice,  I  love  my  phonograph

    Mmm,  babe,  and  I'm  bound  to  lose  my  mind

    Beatrice,  I  love  my  phonograph

  And  I'm  'bout  to  lose  my  mind

    Why  don't  you  bring  your  clothes  back  home,  baby

  And  try  me  one  more  time

    Now  my  phonograph

    Mmm,  babe,  it  won't  say  a  lonesome  word

    My  little  phonograph

    And  it  won't  say  a  lonesome  word

    What  evil  I  have  done?

    What  evil  have  the  poor  girl  heard?

    Now  Beatrice

    Won't  you  bring  your  clothes  back  home

    Now  Beatrice

    Won't  you  bring  your  clothes  back  home

    I  wanna  wind  your  little  phonograph

    Just  to  hear  your  little  motor  moan