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I'm
Bettin' On You
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of December 17 1935
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
Listen, babe, don't be no fool
Play a nice game, try to keep it cool
'Cause I'm bettin' on you
I'm bettin' on you
So, come on, baby
Tell me what you're gonna do!
Now, tell your woman to don't be so hot
For I'm the gal that'll crack her on her knot
For I'm bettin' on you
Oh, I'm bettin' on you
So, come on, babe
Tell me what you're gonna do!
(spoken:
Yeah, I'm bettin' on you
Now, man don't you be no fool
I'm just tryin' to be somebody!)
You can laugh and dance and can have your fun
But when it comes to lovin' don't give away none
For I'm bettin' on you
Oh, I'm bettin' on you
Oh, come on, babe
Tell me what you're gonna do!
I'm going out and try to make some jack
But hold everything 'til I come back
For I'm bettin' on you
Oh, I'm bettin' on you
Oh, come on, babe
Tell me what you're gonna do!
(spoken:
Now, swing, you cats!
Oh, you're a nasty man!
Who wouldn't bet on you?)
Baby, I don't want nothing else I see
But what you got really pleases me
For I'm bettin' on you
Oh, I'm bettin' on you
Oh, come on, babe
Tell me what you're gonna do!
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Keep
On Knocking
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of July 27 1935
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
Keep knockin' and you can't come in
Keep knockin' and you can't come in
Keep knockin' and you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
Kinda busy and you can't come in
Kinda busy and you can't come in
Kinda busy and you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
Got your daddy and you can't come in
Got your daddy and you can't come in
Got your daddy and you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
(spoken:
Yes, yes, I know you want to come in
I'm so sure you can't come in 'cause I ain't even
botherin')
You can open the transom1 but you can't come
in
You can open the transom but you can't come in
You can open the transom but you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
I hear you tippin' but you can't come in
I hear you tippin' but you can't come in
I hear you tippin' but you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
(spoken:
Knock, knock, knock
I know you're worried, big boy)
Shake my doorknob but you can't come in
Shake my doorknob but you can't come in
Shake my doorknob but you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
I know you're worried, but you can't come in
I know you're worried, but you can't come in
I know you're worried, but you can't come in
I guess you better let me be
(spoken:
Knock, knock, knock!
You can't come in here!)
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Note 1: transom, a window above a door.
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Meat
Balls
by
recording of 19
from (Rosetta LP 1308), copyright
notice
Got out late last night, in the rain and sleet
Tryin' to find a butcher that grind my meat
Yes I'm lookin' for a butcher
He must be long and tall
If he want to grind my meat
'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
A no good man but he's so doggone stout
Before he starts to grindin' he's all worn out
Somebody send me a butcher
He must be long and tall
If he want to grind my meat
'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
He can clean my fish, even pick my crabs
But what I need is my meat ground bad
Yes I'm lookin' for a butcher
He must be long and tall
If he want to grind my meat
'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
You can have your roast chicken and your good lamb stew
But for my choice them old meat balls will do
Somebody send me a butcher
He must be long and tall
If he want to grind my meat
'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
Now look here papa, don't try to stall
If you can't grind a long time, don't grind at all
Yes, I'm lookin' for a butcher
He must be long and tall
If he want to grind my meat
'Cause I'm wild about my meat balls
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Minor
Blues
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of April 23 1929
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
I sing these blues
In a minor key
Everybody in town's trying to backbite me
I love my man
Better than I do myself
Now he's lovin' somebody else
That's why I'm singing these minor blues
Early this mornin'
On the break of day
I felt the pillow where my daddy used to lay
He left last night
Didn't say why
Didn't even kiss his mama goodbye
That's why I've got these minor blues
I combed his hair
Manicured his nails
Took my money and got him out of jail
I brought him coffee
I brought him tea
Brought him everything but the jailhouse key
That's why I'm singing these minor blues
I sing these blues
In a lowdown key
To let you know how he mistreated me
Get up in the morning
Work hard all day
Come home at night and give him all my pay
That's why I'm singing these minor blues
Nobody knows
The trouble I seen
Nobody knows my misery
Keep on singing to me
This minor key
Maybe someday he'll come back to me
That's why I'm singing these minor blues
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Never
Let Your Left Hand Know What Your Right Hand
Do
by probably Delaney / South
recording of April 23 1929
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
I had the blues last night, I've got 'em again
today
My man told me he was going away
Trouble, trouble, is all I can see
Looks like my man has turned his back on me
Just let me tell you what your friends will do
Spit in your face and then they'll talk about you
Me and my girlfriend, went out for a little run
When she see my man, she told him what I had done
Bring me a pint of whiskey, and a bottle of beer
If I get drunk, I sure don't care
(spoken:
Harmonize me, Daddy!
Oh, run into me, but don't hurt me!)
Take me back, baby; try me one more time
I'd do everything to satisfy your mind
Listen, people, to what I'm telling you
Don't let your left hand know what your right hand do
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Press
My Button (Ring My Bell)
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of February 12 1936
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
My man thought he was raising Sam
I said, "Give it to me baby, you don't understand
Where to put that thing
Where to put that thing
Just press my button, give my bell a ring!"
Come on, baby, let's have some fun
Just put your hot dog in my bun
And I'll have that thing
That thing-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring
My man's out there in the rain and cold
He's got the right key, but just can't find the hole
He says, "Where's that thing?
That thing-a-ling?
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring!"
(spoken:
Beat it out, boy!
Come on and oil my button!
Kinda rusty!)
Now, tell me daddy, what it's all about
Tryin' to pinch your spark plug and it's all worn out
I can't use that thing
That thing-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring!
Hear my baby, all out of breath
Been working all night and ain't done nothing yet
What's wrong with that thing?
That thing-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring
Hear me, baby, on my bended knee
I want some kind daddy just to hear my plea
And bring me that thing
That thing-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring
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Rock
That Thing
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of July 16 1929
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
Rock that thing!
Oh, rock that thing!
When you hear those piano keys
It will make you shake from your head to your knees
Just rock that thing! Oh, rock that thing!
Grab your gal, hold her tight
Now you can rock that thing just right!
Rock that thing!
Baby, let's rock that thing!
Rock that thing!
Oh, rock that thing!
Preacher in the pulpit shakin' his text
Sister Jane's in the corner hollering, "Who'll be next?
Just to rock that thing, oh, rock that thing!"
Preacher said, "Sister don't be so bold
I'll do something just to save your soul
Rock that thing, sister, let's rock that thing"
Rock that thing, oh rock that thing!
Pictures on the wall are trying to dance
The rug's on the floor hollering, "Give me a chance
To rock that thing, oh, rock that thing!"
Bring in a gallon1 and serve a
pint2
I'm gonna rock that thing all night
Rock that thing, babe, I'm gonna rock that thing!
Rock that thing, oh rock that thing
Mama and papa sitting in a chair
Mama said to papa, "Listen here
Let's rock that thing, oh, rock that thing
Got a brand-new dress, a brand-new hat
I'm gonna stroll from flat to flat
Just to rock that thing, baby, just to rock that thing!"
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Note 1: U.S. gallon, about 3,79 liter;
Note 2: pint, about 0,476 liter.
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Rug
Cutter's Function
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of April 22 1936
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
Oh, beat it out, boys, beat it out just right
Oh, beat it out, boys, beat it out just right
Get full of good whiskey and throw a ball all night!
Gonna spend our black money, just as long as it lasts!
Gonna spend our black money, just as long as it lasts!
And when it's all gone, boys, that's your yas,
yas, yas!
(spoken:
Let's all get together and knock a jug!
Get all high and cut some rug!
Oh, turn out the lights and make it kind of mellow!
Now, how'm I doing?
Yas!
Yas!
Guess Sister Lilly likes jug-knocking!
Somebody bring Bob a taste!)
Oh, come on, baby, follow me to my flat
Oh, come on, baby, follow me to my flat
Just turn the lights down low, baby, I swear it'll be tight
like that!
(spoken:
Now take it, boys!
Ah, daddy, if you can dish it, I can take it!
Aha!
Somebody's been using that thing!
Yes, yes, I've got hot nuts! Baby, I'm bettin' on you!)
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Sam,
The Hot Dog Man
by probably Lil
Johnson
recording of April 22 1936
from Complete
Recorded Works In Chronological Order, Vol. 1 (1929-1936)
(Document DOCD-5307),
copyright
notice
I'm going down south to Alabama
Lookin' for a man by the name of Sam
He's got good hot dog
Oh, he's got good hot dog
Oh, he's got good hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
You can drink your coffee, eat your jelly
roll
But if you taste Sam's hot dog, it will satisfy your
soul
'Cause he's got good hot dog
Oh, he's got good hot dog
Oh, he's got good hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
Sam makes a-plenty of money and spends it fast
Women don't do nothin' but sit on their yas,
yas, yas
And wait for Sam's hot dog
Oh, they wait for Sam's hot dog
Oh, they wait for Sam's hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
(spoken:
Yes, he's got good hot dog!
I don't mean a Wienee!)
Sam got the best hot dog in this town
I like the way he serves it; he goes 'round and 'round
Baby, with his hot dog
Baby, with his hot dog
Baby, with his hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
When you get enough hot dog, stop and rest awhile
If you want any more, Sam will serve you with a smile
Baby, with his hot dog
Baby, with his hot dog
Baby, with his hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
He's at my house last night and brought me one
I'm wild about his hot dog, the son of a gun
I'm wild about his hot dog
I'm wild about his hot dog
Oh, I'm wild about his hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
Late last night 'bout half past twelve
Women down at Sam's, they was raisin' hell
Just about his hot dog
Just about his hot dog
Just about his hot dog
Honey, in his hot dog stand
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