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All lyrics on this site are for private study, scholarship, or research purposes only. Read the copyright notice before printing/copying anything from this page. back to the Robert Johnson index page
Given Robert Johnson's pronunciation and the quality of
the recording, it's often hard to tell what exactly he's
singing. I've consulted several sources on Robert Johnson's'
songs, on the internet as well as in printed and published
form such as songbooks and I had to come to the conclusion
that the dead right and certain transcription of a
song probably doesn't exist or there is no way to be sure
which one it is. So if you're looking for certified
exact transcriptions, wander on blues boy or gal because
you won't find them here. What you will find however, is
transcriptions that I think are (most likely to be) correct
and in many occasions alternative word(s) or phrases for a
specific part of the song. Finally, for some songs you'll
find bits and pieces of interesting background information,
enjoy !.
by Robert Johnson recording of 3rd of 5 sessions, November 27 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Mmmmm mmmmm I's up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man I's up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man Worried blues, give me your right hand And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down Blues fell mama's child, and it tore me all upside down Travel on, poor Bob, just can't turn you 'round The blues, is a low-down shakin' chill (spoken: Yes, preach 'em now) Mmmmm mmmmm Is a low-down shakin' chill You ain't never had 'em I, hope you never will Well, the blues , is a achin' old heart disease (spoken: Do it now, you gon' do it? Tell me all about it) The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease Like consumption, killing me by degrees I can study rain, oh oh drive, oh oh drive my blues I been studyin' the rain and, I'm 'on drive my blues away Goin' to the 'stil'ry1, stay out there all day __________ This is Robert Johnson's version of Preachin' The Blues Parts 1 and 2 that Son House Recorded in 1930. Note 1: alternatively "steeray" instead of " 'stil'ry" as for distillery
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by Robert Johnson recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind I got ramblin', I got ramblin' all on my mind Hate to leave my baby, but you treats me so unkind I got mean things, I got mean things all on my mind Little girl, little girl, I got mean things all on my mind Hate to leave you here, babe, but you treats me so unkind Runnin' down to the station, catch the first mail train I see (spoken: I think I hear her comin' now) Runnin' down to the station, catch the old first mail train I see I got the blues about Miss So-and-So and the child got the blues about me And I'm leavin' this mornin', with my arm' fold' up and cryin' And I'm leavin' this mornin', with my arm' fold' up and cryin' Hate to leave my baby, but she treats me so unkind I got mean things, I've got mean things on my mind I got mean things, I got mean things all on my mind I got to leave my baby, well, she treats me so unkind
by Robert Johnson recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice I got ramblin', I got ramblin' on my mind I got ramblin', I got ramblin' all on my mind Hate to leave my baby, but you treats me so unkind And now babe, I will never forgive you anymore Little girl, little girl, I will never forgive you anymore You know you did not want me, baby, why did you tell me so? And I'm runnin' down to the station, catch that first mail train I see (spoken: I hear her comin' now) An' I'm runnin' down to the station, catch that old first mail train I see I've got the blues 'bout Miss So-and-So, and the child got the blues about me An' they's de'ilment, she got devilment1 all on her mind She's got devilment, little girl, you got devilment all on your mind Now I got to leave this mornin', with my arm' fold' up and cryin' I believe, I believe my time ain't long I believe, I believe that my time ain't long But I'm leavin' this mornin', I believe I will go back home __________ Note 1:. devilment, wicked and cruel behavior [synonym: deviltry] or reckless or malicious behavior that causes discomfort or annoyance in others.
by Robert Johnson recording of 4th of 5 sessions, June 19 1937, Dallas, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I got stones in my passway, and my road seem dark as night I have pains in my heart, they have taken my appetite I have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing Have a bird to whistle, and I have a bird to sing I got a woman that I'm lovin', boy, but she don't mean a thing My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last My enemies have betrayed me, have overtaken poor Bob at last And there's one thing certainly1, they have stones all in my pass Now you tryin' to take my life, and all my lovin' too You laid a passway for me, now what are you trying to do? I'm cryin' please, please let us be friends And when you hear me howlin' in my passway, rider, please open your door and let me in I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I got three lane's2 to truck home, boys, please don't block my road I've been feelin' ashamed 'bout my rider, babe, I'm booked and I got to go __________ Note 1: alternatively "certain" instead of "certainly" Note 2: alternatively "legs" instead of "lane's"
by Robert Johnson recording of 5th of 5 sessions, June 20 1937, Dallas, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets, some pretty mama start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind. I can't walk the streets now con, consolate my mind, some no-good woman she starts breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got it gon' bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown, you won't do nothin' but tear a good man reputation down Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree, she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't start walkin' down the streets, but some pretty mama don't start breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yeah stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind
by Robert Johnson recording of 5th of 5 sessions, June 20 1937, Dallas, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Now, I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind, some pretty mama, she start, breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down Now, the stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind I can't walk the streets, now, to consolate my mind, some no-good woman, now, she start breakin' down Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind You know the Saturday night women, now, they love to ape and clown They won't do nothin' but tear your, reputation down Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now I gave my baby, that ninety-nine degree She jumped up and throwed a pistol, down on me Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down That stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind Now, that fiddle1 player, now, use, rosum on his bow That don't make your fiddle cry, baby, you know it, don't go Stop breakin' down, please, stop breakin' down The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo, it'll make you lose your mind __________ Note 1: fiddle, a stringed instrument of music played with a bow, a violin.
by Robert Johnson recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Ooh, baby don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now one and one is two, two and two is four I'm heavy loaded baby, I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby, honey don't you want to go? Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now two and two is four, four and two is six You gonna keep monkey'in 'round here friend-boy2, you gonna get your business all in a trick But I'm cryin' baby, honey don't you wanna go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten Friend-boy, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it again But I'm cryin' hey, baby don't you want to go To the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago I'm goin' to California, from there to Des Moines, Iowa'y3 Somebody will tell me that you, need my help someday, cryin', hey hey, baby don't you want to go Back to the land of California1, to my sweet home Chicago __________ Note: a or the source for this song is probably Kokomo Arnold's popular song "Old Original Kokomo Blues", recorded in 1934; Note 1: confusing California for Illinois suggests that Robert Johnson had not been yet to Chicago prior to the recording of this song. Another explanation is offered by Patrick Clark: "I do believe that he was simply using the phrase "the land of California" as an alternative way of stating "that place of great riches". California as a metaphor for the land of milk and honey, it is a possibility. Thanks to Patrick for this contribution; Note 2: friend-boy is a dialectic synonym for "boyfriend" when used between men; Note 3: "from there to Des Moines, Iowa-y" is best-guess work based on the phonetics. Hear the soundclip and please mail me if you think you know the words, bluesmanharry@bigfoot.com;
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by Robert Johnson recording of 3rd of 5 sessions, November 27 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a letter from a girl in the room Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale (spoken: They're too hot boy!) The billy got back in a bumble bee nest Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale (spoken: Man don't mess around em hot tamales now 'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my) Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale You know grandma loves them and grandpa too Well I wonder what in the world we children gonna do now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford Well we wind that thing all on the runnin' board, yes Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale (spoken: They're too hot boy!) Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes, now she got em for sale You know the monkey, now the baboon playin' in the grass Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old 'Good Gulf Gas', now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girl, say she long and tall Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah __________ Note: some sources credit Robert's brother "Red" Johnson for this song. The melody and chord pattern were widely known and recorded under many different titles by many singers. Probably the best known one is Big Bill Broonzy's Take Your Hands Off Her, recorded in 1935. This song was the only example of a southern medicine show "hokum" song that Robert recorded; Note 1: tamales, Mexican Spanish spicy food consisting of ground meat seasoned usually with chili, rolled in cornmeal dough, wrapped in corn husks, and steamed.
by Robert Johnson recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side. When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Everytime I think about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmm mmmm mmmm, would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be Mmmm mmmm, babe, I may be right ay wrong Baby it's yo'y opinion, oh, I may be right ay wrong Watch your close friend, baby, then your ene'ies can't do no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right
by Robert Johnson recording of 1st of 5 sessions, November 23 1936, San Antonio, Texas from The Complete Recordings (CBS 467246 2 & Columbia/Legacy C2K-46222 & Columbia 4622 & Sony 64916), copyright notice Mmm, when you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, try to love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, I can't see no reason why Everytime I thinks about it, I just wring my hands and cry Wonder could I bear apologize, or would she sympathize with me Mmmmmmmmmm, or would she sympathize with me She's a brown skin woman, just as sweet as a girl friend can be I love my baby, but I can't make that ag'ee I love that woman, but what can we can't agree I really love that woman, nnn, wonder why we can't agree It's your opinion, friend-girl, I may be right or wrong It's yo'y opinion friend-girl, I may be right or wrong But when you watch your close friend, baby, then your enemies can't do you no harm When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, try to love and treat her right
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