If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun
If your man gets personal, want you to have your fun
Well, come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long

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

I ain't gonna state no color but her front teeth is crowned with gold
I ain't gonna state no color but front teeth is crowned with gold
She got a mortgage on my body, Lord, a lien on my soul

Well, I'm going down to Rosedale, rider by my side
Lord, I'm going down to Rosedale, rider by my side
Well, we can still barrelhouse, babe, on the riverside

You can squeeze my lemon till juice run down my leg
You can squeeze my lemon till juice run down my leg
(That's what I'm talking about)
But I'll be going back to Friar's Point, mama, rocking to my head