Robert Johnson Phonograph Blues
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 give 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'n'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
