este é um azul escrito pelo grande robert johnson e que eric clapton toca quase sempre nos seus concertos.
gosto desta cover, em que aquela little band from texas abrevia a letra mas inclui um coro com piada. 
e ouvir zz top é sempre reconfirmar que aquelas barbas são como o vinho do porto.

Every time I'm walkin' down the street


Some pretty mama start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down,
please, stop breakin' down


Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby


Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

I can't walk the streets now to consulate my mind


Some pretty mama starts breakin' down

Stop breakin' down,
please, stop breakin' down


Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby


Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Now, you Saturday night women, you love to ape and clown


Won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down

Stop breakin' down,
please, stop breakin' down


Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Well, I give my baby the ninety-nine degrees

She jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me

Stop breakin' down,
please, stop breakin' down


Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby


Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind

Well now, I can't start walkin' down the streets


Some pretty woman start breakin' down with me

Stop breakin' down,
please, stop breakin' down

Stuff I got to bust your brains out, baby
Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind