Janie always said I was a mess. I'm sorry 'bout that mess. I made her bleed. I'm planting my seed. Still I knew she could take it if I opened up the rhythm.
Janie always said I was a mess. I'm sorry 'bout that mess. I made her bleed. I'm planting my seed. Still I knew she could take it if I opened up the rhythm.
Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky. They give it up and they give it up and they give it up. But they never ask why. Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone.