Robert Johnson — Horoscope Music — BMI
Well I feel so lonesome — you’ll hear me when I moan,
Yes, I feel so lonesome — you’ll hear me when I moan,
Who been drivin’ my Terraplane — for you since I been gone.
I’d said I’ll flash your lights, mama — and the horn won’t even blow,
I even flash my lights, mama — and this horn won’t even blow,
I got a short in this connection — way way down below.
The coils ain’t even buzzin’ — the generator won’t get that far.
All in a bad condition, I gotta have the batteries charged.
I’m cryin’, please — plea-hease don’t do me wrong,
Who been drivin’ my Terraplane …
{Rod — Solo}
Mr. Highway man, please don’t block the road,
Mr. Highway man, please, don’t block the road,
She ran a cold one hundred, Booked and I got to go.
I’ll get deep down in this connection — keep on tanglin’ with your wires,
And when I mash down on your starter, your spark plug will give me fire.
I’m crying please, please don’t do me wrong,
Who been drivin’ my Terraplane …
I said who?, yeah,
Keep on tanglin’ with your wires.
Whoo!