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It rained five days, Lord and the clouds turned as dark as
night
It rained five days, and the clouds turned as dark as
night
Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man,
wonder where in the world to go
I got up one mornin', poor me I couldn't get even get out of
my door
I got up one mornin', poor me I couldn't get even get out of
my door
Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man,
wonder where in the world to go
Now they rowed a little boat, just about five miles across
the farm
Yeah, they rowed a little boat, down about five miles across
the farm
Lord, I packed up all of my clothes and throwed them in,
and I declare they rowed poor old Bill along
Then I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome
hill
Yes, I went and I stood up on a high, high old lonesome
hill
Lord, and all I could do was look down on the house, baby
where I used to live
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd, Lord and the wind, wind
began to blow
Now it thundered and it lightnin'd, Lord and the wind, wind
began to blow
Lord, there was thousands and thousands of poor people,
at that time didn't have no place to go
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It rained five days and the clouds turned as dark as
night
Yes, it rained five days and the clouds turned as dark as
night
Lord, the trouble's takin' place, Lord, in the lowland at
night
I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of my
door
Yes, I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of
my door
Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man
wonder why and where to go
And I waited, I stood upon a high, high old lonesome
hill
Lord, I waited, I stood upon a high, high old lonesome
hill
Lord, an' all I could do was look down on the house, baby,
where I used to live
Lord, it thunderin' an' it lightnin', Lord, and the wind
begin to blow
Lord, it thunderin' an' it lightnin', Lord, and the wind
begin to blow
Lord, at that time four thousand-million people who have no
place to go
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Big
Bailey Won't You Please Come Home
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you
come home?
She cried the whole night long, 'member that rainy
evening,
I throwed you out, with nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you come
home?
She moaned and she groan'd the whole night through,
Billy's too shame, but I know that I'm not blamed,
Bill Bailey won't you please come home?
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you come
home?
She cried the whole night long, remember that rainy
evening,
you take me out, with nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you come
home?
She moaned and she groan'd the whole night through,
Billy's too shame, but I know that I'm not blamed,
Bill Bailey won't you please come home?
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you come
home?
She cried the whole night long, I'll do the washin', honey,
I'll pay the rent,
although you done me wrong
Why don't you come home Bill Bailey, why don't you come
home?
She moaned and she groan'd the whole night through,
I know I'm wrong still I am to blame, Bill Bailey won't you
please come home?
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Big
Bill Blues (Version 1)
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of September 21 1952, Paris
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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I got up this mornin', feelin' sad and blue
I lost my baby now tell me, what I'm goin' to
do
You know I'm so lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah baby but that's all right,
I will be up someday
When my baby left me, she left me broken down
She said "Goodbye Big Bill, I will see you in
another town"
Now you know I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
I says that's all right,
Big Bill will be up someday
Now I've got to walk by myself, and sleep by
myself,
on account the one I'm lovin',
she keep on lovin' someone else
You know I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah, but that's all right,
baby I will be up someday
If I'd had listened at what my mother said,
and did what she said,
I'd been home now, sleepin' in a great big bed
'Cause I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah but that's all right,
baby I will be up someday
The men was put on earth to rule, but women are
ruling too
Sometimes I wonder what a poor man gonna do
'Cause I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah but that's all right,
way these blues is doggin' me
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I got up this mornin', feelin' sad and blue
I lost my baby now tell me, what I'm goin' to do
You know I'm so lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah baby but that's all right,
I will be up someday
When my baby left me, she left me broken down
She said "Goodbye Big Bill, I will see you in another
town"
Now you know I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
I says that's all right,
Big Bill will be up someday
Now I've got to walk by myself, and sleep by myself,
on account the one I'm lovin', she keep on lovin' someone
else
You know I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah, but that's all right,
baby I will be up someday
If I'd had listened at what my mother said, and did what she
said,
I'd been home now, sleepin' in a great big bed
'Cause I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah but that's all right,
baby I will be up someday
The men was put on earth to rule, but women are ruling
too
Sometimes I wonder what a poor man gonna do
'Cause I'm lonesome,
way these blues keep doggin' me
Yeah but that's all right,
way these blues is doggin' me
Top
Black,
Brown And White (Version 1)
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of September 20 1951, Paris
from, copyright
notice
This little song that I'm singin' about,
people you know it's true
If you're black and gotta work for a living,
this is what they will say to you,
they says, "If you was white, should be all right,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get
back"
I was in a place one night
They was all having fun
They was all buyin' beer and wine,
but they would not sell me none
They said, "If you was white, should be all right,
if you was brown, stick around,
but if you black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get
back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was paying him a dollar an hour,
and they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "If you was white, 't should be all right,
if you was brown, could stick around,
but as you black, hmm boy, get back, get back, get back"
I went to an employment office,
got a number 'n' I got in line
They called everybody's number,
but they never did call mine
They said, "If you was white, should be all right,
if you was brown, could stick around,
but as you black, hmm brother, get back, get back, get
back"
I hope when sweet victory,
with my plough and hoe1
Now I want you to tell me brother,
what you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
Now if you was white, should be all right,
if you was brown, could stick around,
but if you black, whoa brother, get back, get back, get
back
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Note 1: hoe, an implement with a thin flat blade on a long
handle used especially for cultivating, weeding, or
loosening the earth around plants.
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Black,
Brown And White (Version 2)
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Blues Roots Vol. 4, copyright
notice
This little song that I'm singin' about,
people, you know that it's true
If you're black and gotta work for livin',
now, this is what they will say to you,
they says, "If you was white, you'd be alright,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, oh, brother, get back, get back, get
back"
I was in a place one night,
they was all havin' fun,
They was all buyin' beer and wine,
But they would not sell me none,
they said, "If you was white,You'd be alright,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, oh, brother, get back, get back, get
back"
I went to an employment office,
I got a number and I got in line,
They called everybody's number,
but they never did call mine
They said, "If you was white, you'd be alright,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, oh, brother, get back, get back, get
back"
Me and a man workin' side by side,
this is what it meant
They was payin' him a dollar an hour,
and they was payin' me fifty cent
They said, "If you was white, you'd be alright,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, oh, brother, get back, get back, get
back."
I helped build the country,
and I fought for it too,
now, I guess that you can see,
what a black man have to do
They says, "If you was white, you's alright,
if you was brown, stick around,
but as you's black, oh, brother, get back, get back, get
back"
I helped win sweet victory,
with my little plow and hoe1
Now, I want you to tell me, brother,
what you gonna do 'bout the old Jim Crow?
Now, if you is white, you's alright, if you's brown, stick
around,
but if you's black, hmm, hmm, brother, get back, get back,
get back
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Note 1: hoe, an implement with a thin flat blade on a long
handle used especially for cultivating, weeding, or
loosening the earth around plants.
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by Big
Bill Broonzy / Rainey?
recording of July 12-13 1957, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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You C C
Rider, see what you done done
C C Rider, you see what you done done
You C C Rider, you see what you done done
You done made me love you and now your man don't
come
My home is on the water, I don't like no land at
all
Home's on the water and I don't like no land at
all
My home's on the water and I don't like no land at
all
I'd rather be dead than to stay here and be your
dog
So you C C Rider, see what you done done
C C Rider, you see what you done done
You C C Rider, you see what you done done
You made me love you and now your man don't
come
I'm goin' away baby, sure don't wanna go
Goin' away baby, but I sure don't wanna go
I'm goin' away baby, but I sure don't wanna go
When I leave this time you never see me no more
So you C C Rider, see what you done done
C C Rider, you see what you done done
You C C Rider, you see what you done done
You have made me love you and now your man don't
come
My home is on the water and I don't like no land at
all
Home's on the water and I don't like no land at
all
My home's on the water and I don't like no land at
all
So goodbye baby I'm tired of bein' your dog
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Well now see, C
C Rider,
well now see, see what you have done
Well now see, C C Rider,
well now see, see what you have done
Well you made me love you woman,
now your man has Come
So I'm goin' away now baby,
and I won't be back till fall
I'm goin' away now baby,
and I won't be back till fall,
Just might find me a good girl,
might not be comin' back at all
Well now see, C C Rider,
see now the moon is shining bright
Well now see, C C Rider,
see now the moon is shining bright
Just might find me that good girl,
and everything would be alright
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Conversation
With The Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of July 17 1941, Chicago
from Big Bill Broonzy 1935-41 (Best of Blues LP BoB-2),
copyright
notice
Oh blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Yeah now blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Ah, you done cause me to lose my woman, ah blues I guess
you're through
Oh blues, Big Bill wants to talk to you
Oh blues, Big Bill wants to talk to you
Now I believe you've been drinkin' moonshine,
blues 'cause you don't care what yo u do
Now look-a here blues, I wanna talk to you,
you been makin' me drinkin', gamblin', and stay out all
night too
Now you got me to the place, I don't care what I do,
yeah now blues, I wanna have a little talk with you
Now I believe you've been drinkin' moonshine, blues cause
you don't care what you do
Yeah now blues, why don't you give poor Bill a break?
Yeah now blues, why don't you give poor Bill a break?
Now why don't try to help me to live, instead of tryin' to
break my neck?
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Country
Boy Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
I got a man, a real handsome one
He ain't no loafer1, he's just a little old
country boy
I love him, if he's a little old country boy
I love him, if he's a little old country boy
Yes, I love him, 'cause he fills my heart with joy
Some people say he's lazy, but I know it is a lie
Some people say he's lazy, but I know it is a lie
For three years he's been doing my work, and I'm perfectly
satisfied
I know he will learn to love me, when he gets to be a
man
I know he will learn to love me, when he gets to be a
man
'Cause I'm always going to feed him, right from my hand
Now, people all want to know why do I follow my man
Now, people all want to know why do I follow my man
There's no need to explain, 'cause they really wouldn't
understand
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Note 1: loafer, .
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Crow
Jane
by
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Crow Jane, Crow Jane, don't hold your head so
high,
'cause someday baby, you got to lay down and die
I dug her grave with a silver spade,
ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane's place
You know I let her down with a golden chain,
and every link I would call my Crow Jane's name
I never missed my water till my well runs dry,
didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died
Crow Jane, Crow Jane, what makes you hold your head so
high,
someday, baby, you're gonna lay down and die
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1957
from Big Bill Broonzy Sings The Country Blues (Folkways LP
FS2326),
copyright
notice
Baby, they diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, they trampin' on my vine
Now I've got a special plan now baby,
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind
Now, I don't want no cabbage sprouts,
bring me a solid head
Suppose they call the wagon . . . ,
I catched him in my bed
You know they diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, they trampin' on my vine
Now my vines is all green,
'tattoos they all red
Never found a bruised one,
till I caught them in my bed
You know they diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, they trampin' on my vine
Now, I've been all around,
lookin' up and down
Never found my baby,
'cause she was layin' in another town
I know she's diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, she's trampin' on my vine
Yes, now I got a special plan now baby,
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind
Yes, I've got a special plan now baby,
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Blues Roots Vol. 4, copyright
notice
He's been diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, a-crampin' on my farm
Yes, I've got a special plan now,
baby, Lord, got it restin' on my mind
Oh, she powdered her face,
water waved her hair,
She caught a taxi, can now she's
Out cross town somewhere
I know she's diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, Lord, she's crampin' on my farm
Yes, I've got a special plan now, baby,
Lord, got it restin' on my mind
Oh, my farm is all green,
'Tattoos the only red,
I've never found a ruse until I
Caught him in my bed.
You know he's diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, Lord, he's crampin' on my farm,
Yes, I've got a special plan now,
baby,Lord, got it restin' on my mind.
I've been all around,
Lookin up and down,
Lookin for my baby,
Lord, now I know she's in his town
I know she's diggin' my potatoes,
Lord, Lord, she's crampin' on my farm,
Yes, I've got a special plan now, baby,
Lord, got it restin' on my mind
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Down
In The Alley
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of March 10 1937
from Big Bill Broonzy 1935-41 (Best of Blues LP BoB-2),
copyright
notice
Got a sweet woman, she give me what I need,
she lives down the alley and she's built with speed
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley if you wanna satisfy me
Don't want no liquor, thirty cents a shot,
that stuff down the alley really hits the spot
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley if you wanna satisfy me
Take me down in the alley boy, if you wanna satisfy me
If you wanna somethin', smell like fish,
down in the alley you can find that dish
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley if you wanna satisfy me
I'm a tough man, I don't want nothin' nice
Goin' down the alley where the women shootin' dice
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley if you wanna satisfy me
Take me down in the alley boy, where the women shootin'
dice
If you wanna satisfy me
Don't give me no woman, from uptown,
the women down the alley really breaks 'em down
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley
So take me down in the alley if you wanna satisfy me
Gonna sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no more,
if you wanna find me you know where to go
Just go down in the alley
Just go down in the alley
Just go down in the alley, baby if you wanna find me
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of December 17 1940
from String Dazzlers: Great Blues Guitarists (Columbia Roots
'n' Blues Series), copyright
notice
You say you're gettin' old, Lord, older every day
You say you're gettin' old, yeah, you say you're gettin'
older every day
Now you ain't but fifty, oh Lord, boy you shouldn't feel
that way
Now when you get so old, you can't work at no mill
Yeah, when you get so old, Lord boy you can't work at no
mill
Now don't you make no date, oh Lord buddy that you can't
fill
Now if your luck don't change, boy don't you be sad
Yeah , if your luck don't change, now buddy don't you be
sad
Now you really gotta learn Lord to take the good now with
the bad
Now when you get old, and your good girl don't want you
around
Oh Lord, when you get old, and your good girl don't want you
around
Now you know you done run out of commission, ooh boy I
declare you are poorhouse bound
Now don't laugh buddy, Lord it nobody's downfall
Oh Lord, don't laugh buddy, I mean it nobody's downfall
Because if your woman would check up on you, ooh Lord she
put another mule in your stall
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Goin'
Back To My Plow
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
I was a plowhand for forty years, I swore I would
never plow no more
Yeah, I was a plowhand for forty years, I swore I would
never plow no more
Now, I'm a married man, now, oh, Lord, there ain't no more
so and so
I'm goin' back to my plow, Lord, and a woman is the cause of
it all
Yes, back to my plow now, yes, and a woman is the cause of
it all
Now, she said "If you don't raise no cotton, oh, Lord, Bill
we won't have no money in the fall"
I'm goin' git my honey, I mean my old mule too
I'm goin' git my honey, I declare I'm goin' git my old mule
too
Now, I have really promised, oh, lord, I really got that to
do
Farmin' is alright, girl, if you know just what to do
Farmin' is alright, girl, I declare, if you know just what
to do
'Cause it killed my old grand pappy, oh, Lord, I declare I'm
gonna make it kill me too
Ev'ry night, I'm callin' John, Jake and Pat
Yeah, ev'ry night I'm callin' John, Jake and Pat
Now, I had a dream last night, oh, Lord, that old mule was
in my hat
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Goin'
Down The Road Feelin' Bad
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of July 12-13 1957, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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Goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby
I'm goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans,
baby
I'm tired o'eatin' your corn bread and beans, right
now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
These two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby
Two dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
Take ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, baby
Ten dollar shoe to fit my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' down this road feelin' bad, baby
I'm goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and
bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow,
baby
I'm goin' where the chilly wind don't blow, no
more
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes,
baby
I'm goin' where the weather suites my clothes,
tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
I'm goin' down this road now feelin' bad, baby
I'm goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
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recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Lord, I know a little girl, 'bout sixteen years
old,
she says, "Bill stop drinkin', I will satisfy your soul"
But I just keep on-a drinkin', yeah, I keep on drinkin'
Yeah, I just keep on drinkin', till good liquor carry me
down
Now, my woman told me about fifteen years ago,
"Bill, you gonna drink one of these mornings and you'll
never drink no more"
But I just keep on-a drinkin', yeah, I keep on drinkin'
Yeah, I just keep on drinkin', till good liquor carry me
down
Yes, I went to the doctor with my head in my hands
the doctor said, "Big Bill, I think I'll have to give you
monkey glands"
But I just keep on-a drinkin', yeah, I keep on drinkin'
Yeah, I just keep on drinkin', till good liquor carry me
down
Lord, my woman told me to stop drinkin' and come on
home,
say, "If you don't Big Bill, some other man gonna carry your
business home"
But I just keep on-a drinkin', yeah, I keep on drinkin'
Yeah, I just keep on drinkin', till good liquor carry me
down
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1938
from , copyright
notice
Go down sun, we don't care
We don't like sunshine, we drink moonshine
here
Ain't we, baby, ain't we gonna have a time?
Now ain't we baby, we gonna have a good time tonight?
We've got whiskey, wine and gin
We've got hot dogs, ain't got no skin, now
Ain't we, baby, ain't we gonna have a time?
Now ain't we baby, we gonna have a good time tonight?
We've got folks, black and brown
We've got everything, will you stick around
Ain't we, baby, ain't we gonna have a time?
Now ain't we baby, we gonna have a good time tonight?
When you get high, you want something sweet
We've got something that will knock you off your feet,
now
Ain't we, baby, ain't we gonna have a time?
Now ain't we baby, we gonna have a good time tonight?
Come up to my house, wanna have some fun
Bring your money gal, it is easy done
Ain't we, baby, ain't we gonna have a time?
Now ain't we baby, we gonna have a good time tonight?
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Note 1: moonshine, illegally distilled corn whiskey.
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Hey
Hey
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
I love you baby, but I sure ain't gonna be your dog
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
Hey hey, hey hey, baby hey,
With my arms all around you, baby,
you know, that's all I can say is hey
Hey hey, lost your good thing now,
Hey hey, you lost your good thing now
You had me fooled, but I found it out somehow
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Hollerin'
And Cryin' The Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Lord, I've been, oh, hollerin' baby, cryin' the whole
night long
Lord, I've been, oh, hollerin' baby, cryin' the whole night
long
Lord, the woman that I'm cryin' about, Lord, I don't know
why she's gone
Lord, she left me, left me here in Chicago, she didn't even
say one word
Lord, she left me here in Chicago, she didn't even say one
word
Lord, I know, know the reason, Lord, she would listenin'
what she heard
Lord, I feelin' 'bout that shouldn't I see that woman, tell
her I'm on my way
Lord, I feelin' 'bout that shouldn't I see that woman, tell
her I'm on my way
Lord, I've gotta find my woman, Lord, if I do walk the rest
of my days
Lord, I was born, born in Mississippi, Lord, but Arkansas is
where I'm from
Yes, I was born, born in Mississippi, Lord, but Arkansas is
where I'm from
Lord, I'm in love with the woman that's why my friends all
say that I'm dull
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by
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
Why don't you tell me, lovin' mama, how you want
you're rollin' done?
Why don't you tell me, lovin' mama, how you want you're
rollin' done?
Lord, I give you satisfaction, now, if it's all night
long
Lord, I got up this morning just about the break of day
Lord, I got up this morning just about the break of day
Lord, I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby, Lord, the one that went
away
I got me a little brownskin, just as sweet as she can be
I got me a little brownskin, just as sweet as she can be
Lord, she low and she squatty, but she's alright with me
Now you can put me in the alley, my gal's name is Sally
You wake me up in the mornin', mama, I still got that old
habit
Why don't you tell me, how you want it done
Now, I give you satisfaction, now if it's all night long
Lord, some of these old mornings, mama, Lord, it won't be
long
Lord, some of these old mornings, mama, Lord, it won't be
long
Lord, I know you gonna call me, mama, Lord, and I'll be
there
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How Long
Blues
by Leroy Carr
recording of February 5 1952, Salle Pleyel, Paris
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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How long, baby how long,
has that evenin', Lord, train been gone?
She been gone so long, ah so long, baby how
long?
Some day you gonna be sorry, that you've done me
wrong,
it's goin' be too late baby, Lord, I declare, Bill
will be gone
I be gone so long, now so long, baby now how
long?
Standin' at the station, waitin' for a train
Deep down in my heart, baby, I declare, lay an
aching pain
You been gone so long, baby so long, baby how
long?
I can see the green grass, growing up on the
hill,
I can't tell green grass, Lord, from a dollar
bill
You been gone so long, ah so long, baby now how
long?
I wished I could holler, like a mountain jack,
I climb up on a tall mountain, I declare, I call my
baby back
She been gone so long, yes so long, baby so
long?
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I'm
Goin' Down The Road
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Blues Roots Vol. 4, copyright
notice
Goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, baby,
tired eatin' your corn bread an' beans, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so low and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
These two-dollar shoes is killin' my feet, baby,
two-dollar shoes is killin' my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
Take a ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, baby
Ten dollar shoes would fit my feet, right now
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin while the weather suits my clothes, baby
Goin' while the weather suits my clothes, tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin while that chilly wind don't blow, baby
Goin' while that chilly wind don't blow, tomorrow
I ain't gonna be treated this a' way
I'm goin' down this road, now, feelin' bad, baby
Goin' down this road feelin' so miserable and bad
I ain't gonna be treated this-a way
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