Lucille Bogan (a.k.a. Bessie Jackson)
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Table Of Content (8 songs, 2 soundclips)

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B.D. Woman's Blues
Bo-Easy Blues
Coffee Grindin' Blues
Down In Boogie Alley
Drinking Blues
Pot Hound Blues
They Ain't Walking No More
Whisky Selling Woman

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B.D. Woman's Blues


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recording of March 7 1935, New York City
from
Piano Blues, Vol. 6 (Magpie PY-4406) & Sissy Man Blues: Str't & Gay Blues (Jass J-CD-13) & When Women Sang the Blues (Blues Classics BC-26), copyright notice

Comin' a time, B.D.1 women, they ain't gonna need no men
Comin' a time, B.D. women, they ain't gonna needs no men
Oh, the way they treat us is a low down and dirty thing

B.D. women you sure can't understand
B.D. women you sure can't understand
They got a head like a sweet angel2 and they walk like a nach'l3 man

B.D. women, they all done learned their thing
B.D. women, they all done learned their thing
They can lay their jive just like a natch'l man

B.D. women, B.D. women, you know they sure is rough
B.D. women, B.D. women, you know they sure is rough
They are drink up many a whisky and they sure can strut their stuff

B.D. women, you know they work and they make their dough4
B.D. women, you know they work and they make their dough
And when they get ready to spend it, they know the place where to go

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Note 1: B.D., Bull Dyker, a 'male' lesbian;
Note 2: sweet angel, standard transliteration is "sweet angel" but it sounds more like "Swiss engine". Swiss engines were saddle-tank locomotives (almost cubical) used for moving timber. I would expect a bull dyker's head to look more like a Swiss engine than a sweet angel, take your pick;
Note 3: nach'l, natural;
Note 4: dough, money.

 

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Bo-Easy Blues


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recording of March 4 1935, New York City

from Legends of the blues: Volume Two (Columbia 47467), copyright notice

Bo-Easy, Bo-Easy, where have you been so long
Bo-Easy, Bo-Easy, where have you been so long
Ain't a man been in my backyard, way back since you been gone

Bo-Easy, Bo-Easy, don't you hear me calling your name?
Bo-Easy, Bo-Easy, don't you hear me calling your name?
I ain't calling you for your name, I'm calling you for that same old thing

Bo-Easy, oh Bo-Easy, Lord
Bo-Easy, baby, I'm layin' down 'cross my bed
And you got me with these blues and I'm talking all round my head

Oh Bo-Easy, baby won't you take your time
Oh Bo-Easy, Bo-Easy, won't you take your time
You got all night to come running, better with that change of mind

 

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Coffee Grindin' Blues

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recording of 19

from Lucille Bogan (1923-1935) (Story of Blues 3535) & (Rosetta 1308), copyright notice

Ain't nobody, it ain't nobody
Ain't nobody in town can grind a coffee like mine

I drink so much coffee, till I grind it in my sleep
I drink so much coffee, I grind it in my sleep
And when it get like that, you know it can't be beat

It's so doggone good that it made me bite my tongue
It's so doggone good it made me bite my tongue
Will keep it for my daddy, ain't gonna give nobody none

I ain't ever loved it this-a way before
I ain't ever loved it this-a way before
And I hope the Lord that I won't love it any more

I've got so now that I can't control my mind
I've got so now that I can't control my mind
I go to bed blue and I get up cryin'

It's so doggone good that it made me talk out of my head
It's so doggone good it made me talk out of my head
And it's better to me than any that I have ever had

Now I grind my coffee, at the 2 and 3 dollars a pound
I grind my coffee, at the 2 and 3 dollars a pound
And it ain't no mo' cheap like mine in town

It's so doggone good until it'll make you bite your tongue
It's so doggone good that it'll make you bite your tongue
And I'm a coffee grindin' mama and won't you let me grind you some?

 

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Down In Boogie Alley


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recording of August 1 1934, New York City

from Piano Blues, Vol. 6 (Magpie PY-4406), copyright notice

Way down in Boogie Alley1 ain't nothin' but scaws and bums
Way down in Boogie Alley ain't nothin' but scaws and bums
And when I get drunk who's goin' to take me home?

I'm goin' to stop my man from runnin' around
I'm goin' to stop my man from runnin' around
'Cause down in Boogie Alley is where he can be found

He goes down in Boogie Alley, house number three
He goes down in Boogie Alley, house number three
And when he gets down there the womens won't let him come to see me

I went down in Boogie Alley with my razor in my hand
I went down in Boogie Alley with my razor in my hand
And the blues struck me, I brought back my man

If you go in Boogie Alley you better take your .442
If you go in Boogie Alley you better take your .44
The womens a get your man down there and they won't let him go

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Note 1: Boogie Alley, the red light district. Boogie, syphilis;
Note 2: .44, the caliber of a handgun.

 

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Drinking Blues


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recording of July 31 1934, New York City

from Lucille Bogan (1923-1935) (Story of Blues 3535), copyright notice

Blues has got me drinkin', trouble's got me thinkin', and it's goin' to carry me to my grave
I said, blues has got me drinkin', trouble's got me thinkin', and it's goin' to carry me to my grave
And I'm goin' to keep on drinkin', the rest of my worried days

Don't a woman look real funny, when she wakes up cold in hand,
and the broad ain't got a dollar to give the house-rent man
Don't a woman feel real funny, when the broad wakes up cold in hand,
and she ain't got a dollar oh to meet the house-rent man

Trouble's got me thinkin', and I just can't keep from drinkin',
and I'm tryin' to drive my worried blues away
Trouble's got me thinkin', and I just can't keep from drinkin',
tryin' to drive my worried blues away
How I been worried each and every lonesome day

Now my heart is achin', and whiskey's all it's takin', just to drive these blues away
Now my heart is achin', and whiskey's all it's takin', just to drive these blues away
And I stay drunk each and every worried day

(Spoken to Walter Roland, the piano player:)
"Beat 'em a long time, baby"

 

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Pot Hound Blues


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recording of 19

from Lucille Bogan (1923-1935) (Story of Blues 3535) & Historical Records Vol. 15, copyright notice

You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
You must bring me a job or money from anywhere
'Cause I can get your kind of lovin' in the street just anywhere

You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
You come home every day lookin' for your stew and beans
And you have got more nerve than any pot hound1 I've ever seen

Now you take your money, you have your fun
You don't have nothin', when house rent come
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you can eat more neck bones that any man I've ever seen

Now if you want me baby, you got to make your purse show down
If you want me baby make your purse show down
And you got to put your money down where I got mine

Now you're layin' up in my bed, between my two white sheets
I can't see and smell nothin', but your doggone feet
And I'm thru, tryin' to make a man of you
And if you can't bring a job, don't you look for your daily stew

I worked hard from Monday until late Saturday night
And you're a dirty mistreater, you ain't treatin' me right
And I'm thru, cookin' your stew and beans
And you's a dirty pot hound, dirty as any man I've seen

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Note 1: pot hound, .

 

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They Ain't Walking No More

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recording of March 1930, Chicago

from Lucille Bogan & Walter Roland, 1927-1935 (Yazoo L-1017), copyright notice

Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down, I can't make my livin' around this town
'Cause tricks1 ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I got to make my livin', don't care where I go

I need shoes on my feet, clothes on my back,
get tired of walkin' these streets, all dressed in black
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I get four or five good tricks standin' in front of my door

Please have mercy, bad luck is on my head, four or five good tricks is all the money I need
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a break don't care where I go

I got a store on the corner, sell this stuff cheap,
I got a market across the street, where I sell my meat
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And I can't get a break, don't care where I go

This way of livin', sure is hard, duckin' and dodgin' the Cadillac-Ford
But tricks ain't walkin', tricks ain't walkin' no more
I said, tricks ain't walkin' no more, tricks ain't walkin' no more
And if you think I'm lyin', follow me to my door

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Note 1: tricks, the customers of prostitutes.

 

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Whisky Selling Woman


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recording of March 1930, Chicago

from Women Don't Need No Men (Agram AB-2005), copyright notice

Ah, I'm gettin' sloppy drunk today!

I feel superstitions, somethin's goin' on wrong
I feel superstitions, somethin's goin' on wrong
I've got my house full of beer, and my backyard full of corn1

I've got four cases, tomorrow at that county jail
I've got four cases, tomorrow at that county jail
And two is for my whisky, and two is for my forfeit bail

The judge he said, put a padlock on my door
The judge he said, put a padlock on my door
And I can't sell whisky, and I can't give parties no more

I will sell my whisky, to the chief of police in town
I will sell my whisky, to the chief of police in town
And if he don't like my whisky, he's welcome to ride me down

If I had a thousand dollars, judge I'd take my way
If I had a thousand dollars, judge I'd take my way, hey hey
And I would make this whole town, sloppy drunk one day

I would build me a still2, on every street in this town
I would build me a still, on every street in this town
And I wouldn't allow police, eighteen miles around

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Note 1: corn: to distill corn whisky also known as moonshine;
Note 2: still, short for distillery.

 

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Bluesman Harry
Page last updated on:
June 8 2000


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