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I
Feel So Good
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from various albums listed here,
copyright
notice
I got a letter, it come to me by mail
My baby says she’s comin' home
And I hope that she don’t fail
You know I feel so good
Yes I feel so good
Now I feel so good
I feel like ballin'
the jack
I feel so good, I hope I always will
I feel just like a jack out with a jenny
Well behind the hill
I feel so good
Yes I feel so good
I feel so good
I feel like ballin’ the jack
I’m goin' down to the station, just to meet a train
I'd like to see my baby
Know I’ve got dead aim
Because I feel so good
Yes I feel so good
I feel so good
I feel like ballin' the jack
I love my tea, crazy 'bout my Gordon gin
When I get high now baby
Feel like floatin’ ‘round in the wind
'Cause I feel so good
Yes I feel so good
I feel so good baby
I feel like ballin’ the jack
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Note: Muddy Waters did a studio recording of the song with
similar lyrics in June/July 1959 as part of a tribute to Big
Bill. It was recorded again live at Newport with Muddy
singing the verses in a different order.
Memphis Slim recorded the song in January 1961 in NYC,
adding a verse between Big Bill’s 2nd and 3rd:
When I’m with my baby, I mean all alone
I don’t even have to worry
'Cause notice what is goin' on
A few years later he recorded a shorter version titled
"Ballin' The Jack".
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I
Gets The Blues When It Rains
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Blues Roots Vol. 4, copyright
notice
I gets the blues now when it rains,
blues that I can't lose when it rains
Each little raindrop that falls on my window pane,
all they remind, baby, the tears I shed in vain
I'd sit and wait for the sun,
to shine down on me once again
Rained when I found you,
you know, it was rainin' when I lost you
I gets the blues baby when it rains
I gets the blues when it rains,
blues that I can't lose when it rains
Each little raindrop that falls on my window pane,
all they remind, baby, tears I shed in vain
I'd sit and wait for the sun,
to shine down on me once again
Rained when I found you,
you know, it was rainin' when I lost you
I gets the blues baby when it rains
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by Leroy Carr
recording of 1951
from Big Bill Blues (Vogue), copyright
notice
In the evening
In the evening
Mama, when the sun go down
In the evening darling, I declare when the sun go down
Yeah, it's so lonesome, it's so lonesome,
I declare when the one you love is not around
When the sun go down
Last night I were layin' sleepin', and I declare I was
sleepin' all by myself
Last night I were layin' sleepin' darling, and I declare I
was sleepin' all by myself
Yeah, but the one, the one that I was really in love
with,
I declare she was sleepin' someplace else
When the sun go down
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh wee
Yeah, ooh ooh ooh wee
Yes, the one that I was in love with,
I declare she was sleepin' someplace else
When the sun go down
The sun rises in the east, and I declare it sets way over in
the west
Sun rises in the east darling, and I declare it sets way
over in the west
Yes, it's so hard, it's so hard to tell, I declare which one
that'll treat you the best
When the sun go down
Now goodbye, old sweethearts and pals, yes, I declare I'm
goin' away
I may be back to see you again, little girl some old rainy
day
Yes, in the evening in the evening, I declare when the sun
go down
When the sun go down
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I
Wonder When I'll Get To Be Called A Man
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
When I was born into this world, this is what
happened to me
I was never called a man, and now I'm fifty-three
I wonder when,
I wonder when,
I wonder when will I get to be called a man
Do I have to wait till I get ninety-three?
When Uncle Sam called me, I know'ed I'd be called a real
McCoy
But I got none of this, they just called me soldier boy
I wonder when,
I wonder when,
I wonder when will I get to be called a man
Do I have to wait till I get ninety-three?
When I got back from overseas, that night we had a ball
Next day I met the old boss, he said "Boy get you some
overalls"
I wonder when,
I wonder when,
I wonder when will I get to be called a man
Do I have to wait till I get ninety-three?
I've worked on the levee1 camps, and axer gangs
too
Black man's a boy, don't care what he can do
I wonder when,
I wonder when,
I wonder when will I get to be called a man
Do I have to wait till I get ninety-three?
They said I was uneducated, my clothes were dirty and
torn
Now I've got a little education, but I'm still a boy right
on
I wonder when,
I wonder when,
I wonder when will I get to be called a man
Do I have to wait till I get ninety-three?
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Note 1: origin: from the old French word levée, act
of raising, from lever to raise. An embankment for
preventing flooding, or a river landing place, also, a
continuous dike or ridge (as of earth) for confining the
irrigation areas of land to be flooded. A levee camp
therefore is a work camp for building or improving dikes to
prevent rivers from flooding the land, primarily in the
Mississippi
Delta area.
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1953, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
Lord I've gotta beautiful baby, Jacqueline is here
name
Lord I've gotta beautiful baby, Jacqueline is here name
Lord if I should lose that woman, Lord I never feel the
same
Lord she has got my heart, someday she'll have my name
Lord she has got my heart, someday she'll have my name
Lord and we'll have pictures made together, Lord and put in
the same frame
Lord I love her, love her so much, I can't sleep at
night
Lord I love her, so much, poor me, I can't sleep at
night
Lord I'm sick and I'm hungry, Lord that I just can't eat a
bite
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Jimmy
Crack Corn (The Blue Tail Fly)
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
When I was young I used to wait,
on my Master 'n bring him his plate,
and passed the bottle when he got dry
and brush away the blue tail fly
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
When he would ride around the farm,
so numerous the flies they all would swarm,
one chanced to bite him on the thigh,
oh, the devil take the blue tail fly
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
When he would ride in the afternoon,
I would follow with the hickory broom,
the pony began to run and shy,
when bitten by the blue tail fly
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
The pony run, he jumped, he pitched,
he threw my Master in the ditch,
and when he died the juries wondered why,
the verdict was the blue tail fly
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
They buried him under the 'simmon tree,
his epitaph was there to see:
"Upon this stone I'm forced to lie,
a victim of the blue tail fly"
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
Jimmy crack corn an' I don't care
The Master's gone away
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Joe
Turner Blues
arranged 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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(spoken:
This is a song was sung back in 18 and
92.
There was a terrible flood that year.
People lost everything they had.
Their crops, their live stock.
That means their horses, their mules, cows,
goats and everything they had on their farm.
And they would start cryin' and singin' this
song)
They tell me Joe Turner been here and gone
Lord, they tell me, Joe Turner been here and
gone
They tell me, Joe turner been here and gone
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(spoken:
Then they would go out hunting rabbits, 'coons,
'possoms, anything they could catch.
Sometimes they would catch something, then again they
didn't.
And when they would come home, they would find flour,
meat and molasses, in their homes,
and they would know that Joe Turner had been there and left
food for them.
And they would start cryin' and singin' this song)
They tell me Joe Turner been here and gone
Lord, they tell me, that Joe turner been here and gone
They tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone
(spoken:
Then they would start out lookin' for wood and stuff to make
a fire.
And they would look in their yards, and they would find
axes, wood,
that Joe Turner had brought there for them.
Then they would get happy, and start singin' and cryin' this
song.
And they would get happy and do a little boogie-woogie
too)
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Note: This is a story about a legendary character, Joe
Turner, who "was two men - the white man who gave - the
Negro who rode on a mule to deliver - the sack of cornmeal,
the cut of meat, to the have-nots down in the slave
quarters"
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Joe
Turner No. 2 (Blues Of 1892)
arranged by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1957
from Big Bill Broonzy Sings Country Blues (Folkways LP
FS2326 ),
copyright
notice
(spoken:
This song was written back in 1892. There was a
terrible flood that year.
People lost all their crops and everything. They lost their
homes and everything they had.
And the only man they know that could help them was a guy by
the name of Joe Turner.
And Joe Turner was a man who's known to help all poor
people, the white and the black.
And they would start cryin' and singin' this song)
They tell me Joe Turner been here and gone
Lord, they tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone
They tell me, Joe turner been here and gone
(spoken:
Then they would go out hunting rabbits, 'coons, 'possoms,
anything they could catch to eat.
Sometimes they would catch something - then most of the time
they didn't. And when they
would come home, they would find flour, meat and molasses,
and everything in their house to eat; and they would know
that Joe Turner had been there and left food for them. And
they would
start cryin' and singin' this song)
They tell me Joe Turner been here and gone
Lord, they tell me, Joe turner been here and gone
They tell me, Joe Turner been here and gone
(spoken:
Then they would go out looking for things; then they would
come home and they would find wood, clothes, everything in
their homes when they would come back. Then they would get
happy,
'cause they had food, clothes, wood to make their fires and
everything. And they would get happy and start a-doing a
little dance. Then they would do a little boogie-woogie
too)
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Note: This is a story about a legendary character, Joe
Turner, who (quoting from the LP's booklet) "was two men -
the white man who gave - the Negro who rode on a mule to
deliver - the sack of cornmeal, the cut of meat, to the
have-nots down in the slave quarters"
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by
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
When John Henry was a little baby boy, sitting on his
papa's knee
Well, he picked up his hammer and a little piece of steel,
said
"Hammers gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord" (repeat 4
times)
The captain said
to John Henry, "I'm gonna bring that steam drill around
I'm gonna bring that steam drill out on the job
I'm gonna whip that steel on down, Lord, Lord" (repeat 4
times)
John Henry told his captain, "Lord, a man ain't nothing but
a man
But before I'd let your steam drill beat me down,
I'd die with a hammer in my hand, Lord, Lord" (repeat 4
times)
John Henry said to his shaker, "Shaker, why don't you
sing?
Because I'm swinging thirty pounds from my hips on down,
just to listen to that cold steel ring, Lord, Lord" (repeat
4 times)
Now the captain said to John Henry, "I believe that
mountain's caving in"
John Henry said right back to the captain,
"Ain't nothing but my hammer sucking wind, Lord, Lord"
(repeat 4 times)
Now the man that invented the steam drill, he thought he was
mighty fine
But John Henry drove fifteen feet,
the steam drill only made nine, Lord, Lord (repeat 4
times)
John Henry hammered in the mountains, his hammer was
striking fire
But he worked so hard, it broke his poor, poor heart,
and he laid down his hammer and he died, Lord, Lord (repeat
4 times)
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
It was a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my
mind
It was a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my mind
Now, and when I woke up, baby, not a thing there could I
find
I dreamed I went out with an angel, and had a good time
I dreamed I was satisfied, and nothin' to worry my mind
But that was just a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my
mind,
Now, and when I woke up, baby, not an angel could I find
I dreamed I caught the horses, and caught the number too
I dreamed I won so much money, I didn't know what to do
But that was just a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my
mind,
Now, and when I woke up, baby, not a penny there could I
find
Dreamed I was in the White House, sittin' in the president's
chair
I dreamed he's shaking my hand, and he said "Bill, I'm so
glad you're here"
But that was just a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my
mind
Now, and when I woke up, baby, not a chair there could I
find
I dreamed I got married, and started me a family
I dreamed I had ten children, and they all looked just like
me
But that was just a dream, Lord, what a dream I had on my
mind
Now, and when I woke up, baby, not a child there looked like
mine
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Keep
Your Hand On Your Heart
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Keep your hand right on your heart, keep your mind
right on me
You know I love you baby and I don't care where you might
be
When I first met you, it wasn't but us two, now gal, you're
trying to make it three
Well you know baby, you can't do that to me
You know that I love you right from my heart, and you know
I've always loved you darling
And I hope that we will never part
Keep your hand right on your heart, keep your mind baby, on
me,
You know I love you baby, and I don't care where you might
be
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Key
To The Highway (Version 1)
by Big
Bill Broonzy / Charles Segar
recording of May 2 1941, Chicago
from Big Bill Broonzy 1935-41 (Best of Blues BoB-2),
copyright
notice
I got the key to the highway, and I'm billed out and
bound to go
I'm gonna leave here runnin', 'cause walkin' is most too
slow
I'm goin' down on the border, now where I'm better known
'Cause woman you don't do nothin', but drive a good man 'way
from home
Now when the moon creeps over the mountain, I'll be on my
way
Now I'm gonna walk this old highway, until the break of
day
Come here, sweet mama, now and help me with this heavy
load
I am due in West Texas, and I've got to get on the road
I'm goin' to West Texas, I'm goin' down behind the farm
I'm gonna ask the good Lord what evil have I done
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Key
To The Highway (Version 2)
by Big
Bill Broonzy / Charles Segar
recording of July 12-13 1957, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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I got the key to the highway,
yes, I'm billed out and bound to go
I'm gonna leave, leave here runnin',
because walkin' is most too slow
I'm goin' down on the border,
yes baby, you know where I'm better known
'Cause you haven't done nothin' here little
woman,
but drive a good man away from home
Now when the moon peeps over the mountain,
yeah, you know I'll be on my way
I'm gonna walk, walk this old highway,
babe, until the break of day
Now give me one more kiss baby,
yes, just before I go
'cause when I leave you this time now baby,
I declare I won't be back no more
Now when the moon peeps over the mountain,
yeah, you know I'll be on my way
I'm gonna walk, walk this old highway,
until the break of day
So long, goodbye,
yes, I had to say goodbye
'Cause I'm gonna walk, walk this old highway,
babe, until the day I die
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1953, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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I've got a little city woman,
I believe I change my mind
Lord, I've got a little city woman,
I believe I change my mind
Lord, as long as I'm around that woman,
Lord, I'm worried all the time
Lord, I'm-a goin' to the big city,
baby and I can't carry you
Yes, I'm goin' to the big city,
baby and I can't carry you
Lord, there ain't nothin' in the big city,
that a country woman can do
'Cause she was born, born in the country,
never been to town
Yes, she was born, born in the country,
yeah, you never been to town
Lord, I don't wanna take you to the big city,
'cause you may start runnin' around
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by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1953, Chicago
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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I got a letter this morning,
made me sad and blue
Said my woman's in trouble,
you know I'm in trouble too
That's why I'm so lonesome,
Lord and I stay blue all the time
Ah, but that's all right,
I will overcome some day
I couldn't do nothin',
'cause I was sad and blue
I know there's some' wrong with my baby,
and it hurts me too
That's why I'm so lonesome,
and I stay blue all the time
Yeah, but that's all right,
I will overcome some day
Nights are so lonesome,
days are so blue
Just sittin' here rubbin' my hands baby,
wonderin' what happened to you
That's why I'm so lonesome,
Lord and I stay blue all the time
Yeah, but that's all right,
I will overcome some day
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Looking
Up At Down
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of June 10 1940, Chicago
from Big Bill's Blues (CBS), copyright
notice
I'm just like an old rooster, out way out here on a
hill
I'm just like an old rooster, out way out here on a hill
People I'm done scratchin', ooh Lord Big Bill is just tryin'
to live
I'm just like Joe's turkey, I can't do nothing but
bauble(?)
I'm so poor baby, I have to lean up against the fence to
garble(?)
Yeah, now baby, gal, I believe I change town
Yeah I'm down so low baby, ooh Lord girl,
I declare I'm lookin' up at down
The men in the mine baby, they all lookin' down at me
Gal I'm down so low baby, I'm low as I can be
Yeah, now baby
Girl I'm down as I can be
Gal I'm down so low baby
Oh Lord, everybody's lookin' down on poor me
Everything I get a hold of baby, it goes away like snow in
June
If I get a chance now baby again, I'm goin' up to the
moon
Yeah, now baby
Yeah, I believe I change town
Yeah, poor me down so low baby,
Big Bill is lookin' up at down
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Louise,
Louise
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1957
from Big Bill Broonzy Sings Country Blues (Folkways LP
FS2326),
copyright
notice
Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
Yeah, you made me walk from Chicago, baby,
down to the Gulf of Mexico
Now, look-a here, Louise
Now, what you tryin' to do?
You tryin' to make me love you,
and you love some other man too
Whoa Louise, baby that will never do
Yeah, you know you can't love Big Bill, baby,
and love some other man too
Louise, I believe
Somebody been fishin' in my pond
They been catchin' all my perches,
grinding up the bone
Whoa Louise, baby why don't you hurry home?
Yeah you know, you know, Louise,
I ain't had no lovin', not since you been gone
Louise, you know you got ways,
like a rattlesnake and a squirrel
Now, when you start the lovin',
I declare, it's out of this world
Whoa Louise, baby, why don't you hurry home?
Yes, I ain't had no lovin' baby,
not since my Louise been gone
Louise, the big boat's up the river,
now she's on a bag of sand
Now she don't strike deep water,
I declare she'll never land
Whoa Louise, baby why don't you hurry home?
Yeah you know, you know Louise,
I ain't had no lovin', not since you been gone
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Louise,
Louise Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of March 19 1952
from House Rent Stomp (Blues Encore CD 52007),
copyright
notice
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Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
Louise, you the sweetest gal I know
Yeah, you made me walk, walk from Chicago,
baby,
down to the Gulf of Mexico
Now, look-a here, Louise,
what you tryin' to do?
You tryin' to give 'way my lovin',
say you love me too
Whoa Louise, baby that will never do
Yeah, you know, you know you can't love Big Bill,
baby,
not and love some other man too
Louise, I believe,
somebody been fishin' in my pond
They been catchin' all my perches,
grinding up the bone
Whoa Louise, baby that will never do
Yeah, you know, you know, Louise,
I ain't had no lovin' since you been gone
Louise, you know you got ways,
like a rattlesnake and a squirrel
Every time you start the lovin',
I declare, it's out of this world
Whoa Louise, baby why don't bring your clothes back
home?
Yeah, you know, you know, Louise,
I ain't had no lovin' since you been gone
Louise, the big boat's up the river,
she's on a bank of sand
Now if she don't strike deep water,
I declare she'll never land
Whoa Louise, baby why don't you hurry home?
Yeah, you know, you know Louise,
I ain't had no lovin' since you been gone
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Louisiana
Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Blues Roots Vol. 4 (), copyright
notice
I wonder why that southbound train don't run
I wonder why that southbound train don't run
Oh, you don't need no tellin', little girl, you know what
you've done
You made me love you, now your man done come
You made me love you, now your man done come
I right know you're happy, little girl, but Bill's just a
lonely boy
Someday baby, your trouble may be like mine
Someday baby, your trouble may be like mine
I'd you have the blues made me worry, sometimes baby you
might write
Standin' at the station, Lord, I'll waitin' for a train
Standin' at the station, Lord, I'll waitin' for a train
Oh, deep down in my poor heart, baby, that a lie don't ache
in pain
I got no ticket, Mr. conductor man, please let me ride
I ain't got no ticket, Mr. conductor man, please let me
ride
Lord, I wanna make it back to the lowland, man, where I'll
be satisfied
So, goodbye baby, I'm gonna leave you here
So, goodbye baby, I've got to leave you here
Lord, I'm on my way to the lowland, I don't even care
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Makin'
My Getaway
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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Cryin' in the mornin', I cry at night,
I cry all the time, baby
I know you don't treat me right, girl,
but if I could, feel tomorrow,
yeah baby, like I feel today
Yes, I'm gonna pack up, pack up in the mornin',
and I declare I've gotta make my getaway
'S no need of weepin', 's no need to mourn,
no need to cry now baby
Because tomorrow I'm gone
Girl if I can wake up early Tuesday mornin',
baby, between midnight and day
Yes, I'm gonna pack up, pack up my suitcase,
yes, I'm gonna make my getaway
Come here baby, put your little hands in mine,
I've got something to tell you baby,
I know will change your mind
Girl, if I could just feel tomorrow,
baby, like I feel today
Yes, I'm gonna pack up, pack up in the mornin'
I declare I've gotta to make my getaway
Right by Arkansas, hello Missouri,
I'm on my way up North my baby,
I declare it ain't no foolin'
Girl if I can wake up early Tuesday mornin',
baby, between midnight and day
Yes I'm gonna pack up, pack up my suitcase,
and I declare I've gotta make my getaway
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Mean Old
World
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Sometime I get disgusted, yeah, my mind goes up and
down
Yes, sometime I get disgusted, yeah, and my mind goes up and
down
Yeah, my woman has quit me, now my buddies hangin'
around
This is a mean old world to live in, I'm just travelin'
through
It's a mean old world to live in, I'm just travelin'
through
Yes, sometime I get so blue, that I don't know what to
do
I been up North, all over the Southern states
Yes, I've been in the North, all over the Southern
states
Yes, people, it ain't the world, 'cause the good Lord made
it straight, yeah
What's for poor me to do?
Yeah, what's for poor me to do?
Yeah, it sets my mother praying, I hope she prays for me not
you
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Merry
Go Round Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 1940
from , copyright
notice
I've got a merry go round, little girl don't you want
to ride?
I've got a merry go round, now little girl, now don't you
want to ride?
Now don't be scared woman, oh Lord, Big Bill is by your
side
Ain't you tired of seesawing?, baby jump on my merry go
round
Ain't you tired of seesawing?, baby jump on my merry go
round
Now you ride with me one time, oh Lord and I declare you'll
say you're heaven bound
Play it, boy!
Catch a good hold with your hand, baby, set your feet just
right
Catch a good hold with your hand, darling, set your feet
just right
I'm gonna give you a good ride baby, ooh Lord, I'm gonna try
to dog my mind
You want to ride easy, baby jump on my merry go round
You want to ride easy, now jump on my merry go round
Lord I declare it's made out of hickory wood woman, ooh
Lord, you sure can't break her down
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Mindin'
My Own Business (Version 1)
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soundclip
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arranged by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from The Bluesman (), copyright
notice
I'm just mindin' my own business, Lord, and I'm
leavin' other peoples alone,
Yes, I'm mindin' my own business, I declare, I'm leavin'
other peoples alone,
Lord, because in my home, whoa, Lord, I got a plenty trouble
there of my own
Good Bill tryin' to tell you, you sure gotta reap just what
you sow,
Good Bill tryin' to tell you, you sure gotta reap just what
you sow,
Yes, you sure gotta repay, hoo, Lord, I don't care where you
go
Good Bill tryin' to tell you, you sure gotta reap just what
you sow
Good Bill tryin' to tell you, you sure gotta reap just what
you sow
Yes, you sure gotta repay, hoo, Lord, I don't care where you
go
Some man's spendin' money on drinkin' and gamblin', Lord,
and havin' a good time
Some man's spendin' money on drinkin' and gamblin', Lord,
and havin' a good time
Oh, why should I worry, hoo, Lord, when I do what I wanna do
with mine
It take me six month attend to my business, six month to
leave other peoples alone
Six month attend to my business, six month to leave other
peoples alone
Now by the time I do that, ho, Lord, I declare the whole
twelve months is gone
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Mindin'
My Own Business (Version 2)
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soundclip
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arranged 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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I'm just mindin' my own business,
Lord, and I'm leavin' other peoples alone
Yeah, I'm just mindin' my own business,
Lord, and I'm leavin' other peoples alone
Now, because I got plenty of trouble,
Lord, right in my home
Good book proudly tell you, you gotta reap just
what you sow
Good book proudly tell you, you gotta reap just
what you sow
I declare, you gotta repay, hoo, Lord, I don't care
why you go
Some man spend all their money on gamblin',
Lord, and good times
Yes, some man spend all their money on
gamblin',
baby, and good times
Oh, but why should I worry,
when I do what I wanna do with mine
It take me six month attend to my business,
six month to leave other peoples alone
Six month attend to my business,
six month to leave other peoples alone
Yeah, by the time I do that,
I declare the whole twelve months is gone
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Mopper's
Blues
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from Black, Brown And White, copyright
notice
I've got the mopper's1 blues, I've got the
mopper's blues
I've got the mopper's blues, I've got the mopper's blues
Yes, I got the mopper's blues, but I'm the happiest man in
town
Baby, I ain't got no gal, you know I ain't got no gal
Lord, I ain't got no gal, I ain't got no gal
I ain't got no gal, but I'm the happiest man in town
I ain't got no money, I ain't got no money,
Lord, I ain't got no money, I ain't got no money
Lord, I ain't got no money, but I'm the happiest man in
town.
I've got to screw, I've got to roll,
I've got to sweep, 'n I've got to dust
Yes, I've got to mop, but I'm the happiest man in town
I ain't got no home, I ain't got no home
Lord, I ain't got no home, baby, I ain't got no home
I ain't got no home, but I'm the happiest man in town
Baby, I'm all alone, you know I'm all alone
Baby, I'm all alone, yes, I'm all alone
Yes, I'm all alone, but I'm the happiest man in town
I know I can't loose, baby, I can't loose
Baby, I know I can't loose, I know I can't loose
I know I can't loose, not with this moppin' blues on you
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Note 1: mopper, .
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My
Last Goodbye To You
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
This is my last goodbye I declare, I done quit tryin'
to be good
This is my last goodbye, baby, I declare, I done quit tryin'
to be good
Now I declare you're alright with me, baby, ooh Lord, too
many know you in this neighborhood
I believe, I'm my mother's bad luck child
I believe, darlin', I'm my mother's bad luck child
I declare, I have so much trouble here, baby, ooh Lord, I
believe I may go out of style
There's a day comin', baby, I declare you're goin' to sing
your song
There's a day comin', baby, I declare you're goin' to sing
your song
And I declare you're gonna be blue and worried, ooh, ooh,
and have plenty troubles of your own
Bye-bye-bye, bye-bye baby, this is my last goodbye to
you
Bye-bye baby, I declare this is my last goodbye to you
Now, this is my last goodbye, baby, Ooh, Lord, I don't care
what you do
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My Mellow
Man
by Big
Bill Broonzy
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Hmm, oh my mellow man,
can't nobody thrill me like my mellow man can
He don't stand on no corner, he don't rob or steal
Comes home to me each day and gets his meals
Cryin', "Ho, oh", my mellow man
Can't nobody thrill me like my mellow man can
He ain't no organ grinder, he's just nice and sweet
I love that man from his head down to his feet
Cryin' "Ho, Oh" my mellow man
Can't nobody thrill me like my mellow man can
My man is so mellow, they call him spongy boy
That ain't his name, his name is plain Lee Roy,
Cryin', "Ho, oh" my mellow man
Can't nobody thrill me like my mellow man can
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