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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
Hey, come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug
swing
When you do the Jitterbug swing, you know you will be doing
a thing
Hey, I can't stand it long, I'm telling you women, I can't
stand it long
Hey, every time I ask you, you won't let me follow you
home
You must have some rounder,
lyin' in your arms
Hey, you women workin' on my nerves
Hey, you women workin' on my nerves
Hey, you gonna drive me in my blood
Hey, please, m'am, don't say, "Uh uh"
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 1940, Chicago
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He will take a woman's man and leave her cold
in hand
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He will take a woman's man and leave her cold in hand
The District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He has caused a many mens to be in some distant land
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He has caused so many women to be cold in hand
The District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
Ain't no woman but he sho' will take a woman's man
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He will take a woman's man and leave her cold in hand
The District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He can tell just where when he gonna take a woman's man
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He will take a woman's man and leave her cold in hand
The District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He taken me from my woman, cause her to love some other
man
District Attorney sho' is hard on a man
He will take a woman's man and leave her cold in hand
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 1940, Chicago
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I believe I'm fixin' to
die, believe I'm fixin' to die
I'm lookin' funny in my eyes and I believe I'm fixin' to
die
I know I was born to die but I hate to leave my children
cryin'
Just as sho' as we livin', just as sho' we born to die, sho'
we born to die
Just as sho' as we livin', sho' we born to die
I know I was born to die but I hate to leave my children
cryin'
Your mother treated me, children, like I was her baby child,
was her baby child
Your mother treated me like I was her baby child
That's why's I find it so hard to come back home to die
So many nights at the fireside, how my children's mother
would cry, how my children's mother would cry
So many nights at the fireside, how my children's mother
would cry
'Cause I told the mother I had to say goodbye
Look over yonder, on the burying ground, on the burying
ground
Look over yonder, on the burying ground
Yon' stand ten thousand, standin' still to let me down
Mother take my children back, before they let me down,
before they let me down
Mother take my children back, 'fore they let me down
I don't need for them to screamin' and cryin' on the
graveyard ground
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
I'm taken down with the fever, and it won't let me sleep
I'm taken down with the fever, and it won't let me sleep
It was about three o'clock, before he would let me be
I wish somebody, would come and drive my fever away
I wish somebody, come and drive my fever away
This fever I'm havin', sho' weaves in my way
The fever I'm havin', sho' is hard on a man
The fever I'm havin', sho' is hard on a man
They don't allow my lover, come and shake my hand
I wonder what's the matter with the fever, sho' is hard on a
man
I wanna know what's the matter, how come this fever hard on
a man
Doctor said "ain't the fever, that's your lover has another
man"
Doctor get your fever gauge, and put it under my tongue
Doctor get your fever gauge, and put it under my tongue
Doctor says, "All you need, your lover in your arms"
I wants my lover, come and drive my fever away
I wants my lover, come and drive my fever away
Doctor says she'll do me more good in a day, than he would
in all of his days
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
Judge give me life this mornin' down on Parchman
Farm1
Judge give me life this mornin' down on Parchman Farm
I wouldn't hate it so bad, but I left my wife in mourn
Oh, goodbye wife, all you have done gone
Oh, goodbye wife, all you have done gone
But I hope some day, you will hear my lonesome song
Oh listen you men, I don't mean no harm
Oh listen you men, I don't mean no harm
If you wanna do good, you better stay off old Parchman
Farm
We got to work in the mornin', just at dawn of day
We got to work in the mornin', just at dawn of day
Just at the settin' of the sun, that's when the work is
done
I'm down on Parchman Farm, but I sho' wanna go back home
I'm down on Parchman Farm, but I sho' wanna go back home
But I hope some day I will overcome
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Note 1: Parchman Farm, the state prison in Parchman,
Mississippi. Parchman was a complex of 15 labor camps
covering a large area in Mississippi, a closed society of
black men who were offered as "contract" labor to farms,
railroads and industries of many sorts, passed around to do
labor for the financial benefit of both the contractor and
the state who sold them.
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
Whoo, well, I got a little woman in Pinebluff, Arkansas
She was the sweetest little woman that your men most ever
saw
Gonna get up in the mornin', baby, with the risin' sun
Whoo well, in the mornin', baby, with the risin' sun
If this train don't run, gonna be some walkin' done
My baby she's callin' me, she called me up on the phone
Whoo well, she's callin' me, she called me up on the
phone
She said, "Daddy, daddy, I don't jive, come on hurry
home"
My baby says, "I'm tired goin' to bed and moan"
Oh well, she says, "Tired of goin' to bed and moan"
She said, "I ain't had no lovin', daddy, daddy, since that
you been gone"
Well, she says, "I'm tired, daddy, singin' to you lonesome
songs"
Oh well, she says, "I'm tired of singin' to you lonesome
songs"
She says, "I ain't even here, daddy, I ain't even here
anymore"
My baby says, "I'm tired, daddy, hearin' my bedsprings
groan"
Ooo, well, she says, "I'm tired a-hearin' my bedsprings
groan"
She said, "I declare if you want me, daddy, you better hurry
on"
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
When a man gets trouble in mind, he wanna sleep all the
time
When a man gets trouble in mind, he wanna sleep all the
time
He doesn't can sleep all the time, the trouble won't worry
his mind
Won't worry his mind
I'm feelin' worried in mind, and I'm tryin' to keep from
cryin'
I'm feelin' worried in mind, and I'm tryin' to keep from
cryin'
I am standin' in the sunshine, to keep from weakin' down
Keep from weakin' down
I want somewhere to go, but I hate to go to town
I want somewhere to go, to satisfy my mind
I would go to town, but I hate to stand around
Hate to stand around
I wonder what's the matter with my right mind, my mind keep
me sleepin' all the time
I wonder what's the matter with my right mind, my mind keep
me sleepin' all the time
But when I had plenty money, my friend would come around
Would come around
If I had my right mind, I would write my women a few
lines
If I had my right mind, I would write my women a few
lines
I will do most anything, to keep from weakin' down
Keep from weakin' down
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 19
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
I'm a stranger at this place and I'm lookin' for my mother's
grave
I'm a stranger at this place and I'm lookin' for my mother's
grave
Well it seems like to me, ooh well, well some of us goin' to
wail
I was at mother's grave, when they put my mother away
I was at mother's grave, when they put my mother away
And I can't find no one ooh, well, to take her place
After my mother was put away, I thought my wife would take
her place
After my mother was put away, I thought my wife would take
her place
I'll show you the difference 'tween a mother and a wife,
well, my wife done throw me away
I wished I could find someone to take my mother's place
I wished I could find someone to take my mother's place
And if I can't find no one, ooh well, well you'll find me at
her grave
I'm standin' on my mother's grave and I wished I could seen
her face
I'm standin' on my mother's grave and I wished I could seen
her face
I'll be glad when that day comes, ooh well, well when it be
to dive me away
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by Booker
T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka
White
recording of 1940, Chicago
from The
Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man
3) & The
Complete Bukka White (Columbia
CK-52782), copyright
notice
Never will forget that day when they had me in Parchman1
Jail
Would no one even come and go my bail
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
So many days I would be sittin' down
I would be sittin' down lookin' down on my clothes
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
So many days when the day would be cold
They would carry me out into the rain and cold
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
So many days when the day would be cold
You can stand and look at the convicts' toes
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
So many days I would be walkin' down the road
I can hardly walk for lookin' down on my clothes
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
Never will forget that day when they taken my clothes
Taken my citizen's cloths and throw them away
I wonder how long before I can change my clothes
I wonder how long 'fore I can change my clothes
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Note 1: like Parchman Farm
Blues, a song about his time in prison and in particular
the uniform he had to wear; Bukka couldn't wait until the
day when he could change back into his civilian clothes.
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