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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from Coffee Blues (Vanguard 19032), copyright
notice
If you don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
If you don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
It was late last night when everything was still
Well, me and your baby eased out on the hill
I tried my best to do my father's will
I tried my best to do my father's will
Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
The sun go down, ain't this a lonesome place?
The sun goin' down and ain't this a lonesome place?
So lonesome here, can't see in my baby's face
It's so lonesome here, I can't see in my baby's face
You don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
Don't want me, baby, got to have me anyhow
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from Coffee Blues (Vanguard 19032), copyright
notice
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry
you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
First in the country, then in the town,
I'm a total shaker from my navel on down
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I pull my dress to my knees1, I give my total all to who I
please
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
I'm satisfied, tickled too, old enough to marry you
I'm satisfied it's gonna bring you back
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Note 1: the speaker of this courtship song is obviously
feminine
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from Origin Of Jazz Library No. 5 (Vanguard 79248),
copyright
notice
Wake up in the mornin', with a towel tied 'round her
head
Wake up in the mornin', towel tied 'round her head
When you speak to her you swear she almost dead
Well, tell me, baby, what make you walk so slow?
Oh, tell me, baby, what make you walk so slow?
"Well, I feel just like I never felt before"
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Note: according to the songbook this is the complete song.
Haven't got the song myself so I haven't been able to verify
that.
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
to see her son Louis leavin' home
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away,
they laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
to see her son Louis leavin' home
The angels laid him away
Oh, Bob shot once and Louis shot too,
shot poor Collins, shot him through and through
The angels laid him away
Oh, kind friends, oh, ain't it hard?,
to see poor Louis in a new graveyard
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away,
they laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead
all the people they dressed in red
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away,
they laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned,
to see her son Louis leavin' home
The angels laid him away
The angels laid him away,
they laid him six feet under the clay
The angels laid him away
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Note: according to Hurt this song, his own composition, was
based on a true episode
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traditional
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Make me a pallet1 on your floor
Make me a pallet on your floor
Make it soft, make it low,
so my good gal will never know
Make me a pallet on your floor
I'd be more than satisfied,
if I could reach that train and ride
If I reach Atlanta with no place to go,
make me a pallet on your floor
Gonna give everybody my regards,
even if I have to ride the rods
If I reach Atlanta with no place to go,
make me pallet on your floor
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Note 1: pallet, a straw-filled tick or mattress or a small,
hard, or temporary bed.
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
My Creole1 Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
I love her more anyone can tell
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
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Note 1: Creole, French créole, from Spanish criollo,
from Portuguese crioulo white person born in the colonies. A
person of European descent born especially in the West
Indies or Spanish America OR a white person descended from
early French or Spanish settlers of the U.S. Gulf states and
preserving their speech and culture OR a person of mixed
French or Spanish and black descent speaking a dialect of
French or Spanish.
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of April 2-4 1963
from Worried
Blues (Rounder CD-1082),
copyright
notice
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
It was a bright moon lighted night, the moon shining
bright,
when you and I made love
Your love wasn't true, I'll say onto you,
I moaned like a turtle dove
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
I'm coming home, no more to roam,
darling I'm coming home
I'm coming home, no more to roam,
darling I'm coming home
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
Lonesome is I, wished I could die
Nobody cares for me
It was a bright moon lighted night, the moon shining
bright,
when you and I made love
Your love wasn't true, I'll say onto you,
I moaned like a turtle dove
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Nobody's
Dirty Business (Version 1)
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of 19
from The
Mississippi John Hurt (Vanguard
19/20), copyright
notice
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,
nobody's business but mine
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,
nobody's business but my own
Sometimes my baby gets boozy, then again she tries to rule
me,
nobody's business but mine
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,
nobody's business but my own
(spoken: That's all right, just let her rule me)
Say, baby, did you get that letter?
"If you take me back I'll treat you better"
Nobody's business but mine
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treats me,
nobody's business but my own
I'm going back to Pensacola, gonna buy my baby a
muller1
Nobody's business but mine
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,
nobody's business but my own
Nobody's
Nobody's business but mine
Nobody's dirty business how my baby treat me,
nobody's business but my own
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Note 1: muller, a grinding tool
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Nobody's
Dirty Business (Version 2)
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by Mississippi
John Hurt
recording of December 28 1928, New York City
from Okeh 8560, copyright
notice
Ain't nobody's dirty business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but mine
Ain't nobody's doggone
business, how my baby's treatin' me
Nobody's business but my own
Some of these mornin's, gonna wake up crazy
Gonna grab my gun and kill my baby
Nobody's business but mine
Ain't nobody's doggone business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but my own
Some of these mornin's gonna wake up boozy
Gonna grab my gun, gonna kill old Suzie
Ain't nobody's business but mine
Goin' back to Pensacola, goin' to buy my babe a money
moulder
Nobody's business but my own
Say babe, did you get that letter?
Would you take me back, I'll treat you better?
Nobody's business but mine
Ain't nobody's doggone business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but my own
Ain't nobody's doggone business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but my own
Some of these mornin's, goin' to wake up crazy
Gonna grab my gun, gonna kill my baby
Nobody's business but mine
Ain't nobody's doggone business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but my own
Ain't nobody's doggone business, how my baby's treatin'
me
Nobody's business but my own
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