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by J.
Mayo Williams / Mitchell
Parish / Bo
Chatman
recording of 1955-1957
from Atlantic
Rhythm & Blues: Vol 3, 1955-1957 (Atlantic
81295-2), copyright
notice
Corrine, Corrina, where you been so long
Corrine, Corrina, where you been so long
I ain't had no lovin' since you've been gone
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
I love you so
I love Corrina, tell the world I do
I love Corrina, tell the world I do
I pray every night she learns to love me too
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
I love you so
I left Corrina, way across the sea
I left Corrina, way across the sea
If you see my baby, send her home to me
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
I love you so
Corrine, Corrina, why don't you come on home
Corrine, Corrina, why don't you come on home
I'm mighty tired, bein' all alone
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
Corrine, Corrina
I love you so
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by Charles
E. Calhoun / Lou
Willie Turner
recording of 1955-1957
from Atlantic
Rhythm & Blues: Vol 3, 1955-1957 (Atlantic
81295-2), copyright
notice
Now when I get the blues, I get me a rockin' chair
When I get the blues, I get me a rockin' chair
Well, if the blues overtake me gonna rock right away from
here
Now when I get lonesome, I jump on the telephone
When I get lonesome, I jump on the telephone
I call my baby, tell her I'm on my way back home
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Don't ever leave me, don't ever say goodbye
Give me one more kiss, hold it a long long time
Give me one more kiss, hold it a long long time
Now love me baby, till the feelin' hits my head like
wine
Here comes my baby, flashin' her new gold tooth
Here comes my baby, flashin' her new gold tooth
Well she's so small, she can mambo in a pay phone booth
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Ah, don't ever leave me, don't ever say goodbye
I'm like a Mississippi bullfrog, sittin' on a hollow
stump
I'm like a Mississippi bullfrog, sittin' on a hollow
stump
I got so many women, I don't know which way to jump
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Now flip, flop and fly, I don't care if I die
Now, don't ever leave me, don't ever say goodbye
Oh my!
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by Lou
Willie Turner
recording of 1952-1955
from Atlantic
Rhythm & Blues: Vol 2, 1952-1954 (Atlantic
81294-2), copyright
notice
Ah let 'em roll like a big wheel
In a Georgia cotton field
Honey hush
Come in this house, stop all that yackety yack
Come in this house, stop all that yackety yack
Come fix my supper, don't want no talkin' back
Well, you keep on jabberin', you talk about this and
that
Well, you keep on jabberin', you talk about this and
that
I got news for you baby, you ain't nothin' but an alley
cat
Turn off the waterworks, baby, they don't move me no
more
Turn off the waterworks, baby, they don't move me no
more
When I leave this time, I ain't comin' back no more
Honey hush
Come in this house, stop all that yackety yack
Come in here woman, stop all that yackety yack
Don't make me noivous1, 'cause I'm holdin' a
baseball bat
Singin' hi-yo, hi-yo silver
(hi-yo, hi-yo silver)
Hi-yo, hi-yo silver
(hi-yo, hi-yo silver)
Hi-yo, hi-yo silver
(hi-yo, hi-yo silver)
Hi-yo, hi-yo silver
(hi-yo, hi-yo silver)
Hi-yo, hi-yo silver
(hi-yo, hi-yo silver)
Hi-yo silver away!
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Note 1: noivous, nervous.
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Little
Bittie Gal's Blues
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by Big
Joe Turner
recording of November 1944, Chicago, Illinois
from Out Came The Blues (), copyright
notice
I wake up every morning, honey with the risin' sun
I wake up every morning, baby with the risin' sun
Thinkin' about my honey
dripper and all the wrong she's done
When you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home
If you see my baby, tell her I said hurry home
I ain't had no real good lovin', since my gal been gone
She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee
She's a little bitty girl and they call her Vita Lee
Well the poor girl's gone but she sure was good to me
I don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by
myself
Don't mind cryin' baby but I hate to sleep all by myself
When the little girl I'm in love with, she's lovin' somebody
else
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by Pete
Johnson
recording of 19
from Joe
Turner's Blues (Pearl 1070),
copyright
notice
Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill
Well, I got a gal, she lives up on the hill
Well, this woman's tryin' to quit me, Lord, but I love her
still
She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike
gold1
She's got eyes like diamonds, they shine like Klondike
gold
Ev'ry time she loves me, she sends my mellow soul
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
Well, you're so beautiful, you've got to die someday
All I want's a little loving, just before you pass away
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
Pretty baby, I'm goin' away and leave you by yourself
You've mistreated me, now you can mistreat somebody else
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Note 1: Kondike gold, after the 1st goldrush of the 1840's
in California the 2nd goldrush was in the late 1890's in
Alaska. The Klondike was the name of the Alaskan river where
the gold was found.
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by Charles
E. Calhoun
recording of 1952-1954
from Atlantic
Rhythm & Blues: Vol 2, 1952-1954 (Atlantic
81294-2), copyright
notice
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Get outta that bed, wash your face and hands
Well, you get in that kitchen, make some noise with the pots
'n pans
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin'
through
Way you wear those dresses, the sun comes shinin'
through
I can't believe my eyes, all that mess belongs to you
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
I believe to the soul you're the devil and now I know
Well, the more I work, the faster my money goes
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
Yeah, blow Joe!
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
I'm like a one-eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store
Well I can look at you till you ain't no child no more
Ah, shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do right to save your doggone soul
I get over the hill and way down underneath
I get over the hill and way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes, even make me grit my teeth
I said shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Shake, rattle and roll, shake, rattle and roll
Well, you won't do nothin' to save your doggone soul
Shake, rattle and roll!
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by T-Bone
Walker
recording of 19
from probably Shake,
Rattle and Roll (King 485),
copyright
notice
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad
Lord and Wednesday's worse, Thursday's oh so sad
The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play
The eagle flies on Friday, Saturday I go out to play
Sunday I go to church, I get down to pray
Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me
Lord have mercy, lord have mercy on me
You know I tryin', tryin' to find my baby
Please send her on home to me
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by Jerry
Leiber / Mike
Stoller
recording of 1955-1957
from Atlantic
Rhythm & Blues: Vol 3, 1955-1957 (Atlantic
81295-2), copyright
notice
Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk
Well, a girly chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk
Fell head over heels for that hawk's sweet talk
She said take me up hawky, take me up in the sky
She said take me up hawky, take me up in the sky
I'm just a little bitty chicken and I don't know how to
fly
He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, up, up, and away
He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue
He met a bald headed eagle flying up there in the blue
Well the eagle told the hawk, I'm goin steal that chicken
from you
Well the hawk start flying like a P8 single jet
Well the hawk start flying like a P8 single jet
He said cool down chicken, the eagle ain't got us yet
He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, up, up, and away
Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the
moon
Well, you asked him for the sun, did you ask him for the
moon
He said cool down, baby, we're going to be there soon
He said up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, and away, we goin' fly all day
Up, up, up, up, and away
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by
recording of October 7th 1953, Chicago
from Atlantic Blues: Guitar (Atlantic
Records), copyright
notice
I was in my bed a'sleepin', oh-boy, what a dream
I was in my bed sleepin', oh-boy, what a dream
I was dreamin' 'bout my TV Mama, the one with the big, wide
screen
She got great big eyes and little bitty feet and in the
waist, she's so nice and neat
She's my TV Mama, one with the big, wide screen
Every time she loves me, man, she makes me scream
She just taste like candy, boys, I really go for sweets,
I love her from her head down to her little bitty feet
Yeah, she's my TV Mama, one with the big, wide screen
Every time she loves me, oh yes, I'm bound to scream
I'm just kind-a rollin', tumblin', talkin' all out of my
head
Well just I'm rollin' and tumblin', man, I'm talkin' all out
of my head
And when my baby shook me, man, I fell right out of bed
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Note: Big Joe Turner, vocal and Elmore James, guitar, among
others.
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