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by
recording of 1947-1950
from Whoopin'
the Blues: the Capitol Recordings, 1947-1950 (Capitol
546), copyright
notice
Wanna give you my weapon, wanna give you my weapon,
gonna ride all over, gonna ride all over your town
If I spy the woman I'm lovin', I'm sure gone let my
airplane,
I'm sure gone let my airplane down
Honey, here's my hand, honey, here's my hand,
you can lead me where you want, you can lead me where you
want me to go
If you lead me wrong this time, then you won't lead me,
then you won't lead me no more
Honey, you three times seven, honey, you three times
seven,
and you know what you wanna, and you know what you wanna
do
Well, that day you quit me little woman, and I won't be
mad,
and I won't be mad with you
I know my little woman, I know my little woman,
she's bound to jump, she's bound to jump and shout
When she gets hold to this letter, I done wrote my long
time,
I done wrote my long time lost
Just the day before Christmas, just the day before
Christmas,
let me bring your present, let me bring your present
tonight
That will be you Santa Claus, even if my whiskers,
even if my whiskers be white
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by Sonny
Terry
recording of 1947-1950
from Whoopin'
the Blues: the Capitol Recordings, 1947-1950 (Capitol
546) & Hootin'
the Blues (Culture Press 991009),
copyright
notice
I love you baby, tell the world I do,
way you treat me baby, comin' home to you
Oh, little woman, please don't leave me all alone,
well, I'm on my knees 'a beggin', throw this old dog a
bone
I give you my money, baby, I need shoes on my feet,
now, you got me down, you want to throw me in the street
Oh, little woman, please don't leave me all alone,
well, I'm on my knees 'a beggin', throw this old dog a
bone
Always told you, baby, time and time again,
honey, you know I ain't too innocent, I'd rather be your
friend
Oh, little woman, please don't leave me all alone,
well, I'm on my knees 'a beggin', throw this old dog a
bone
I give you my money, baby, with all that's true,
so, you mistreat me, baby, that the way you want to do
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by Sonny
Terry
recording of 1961
from At
Sugar Hill (Original Blues Classics
536), copyright
notice
Well, I knocked on your door last night, baby, yes, and you
wouldn't let old Sonny in
Well, I knocked on your door last night, little woman, yes,
and you would not let old Sonny in
Well, you know, I'm goin' back tomorrow night, yes, you
know, I'm gonna try my luck again
Well, I done told you, little woman, well, you know, I ain't
gonna tell you no more
Well, I done told you, little woman, well, you know, I ain't
gonna tell you no more
Well, you know, the good book said you gonna, whoa, reap
just what you sow
You know, I give you all my money, I can't stand the way you
do
You know, I give you all my money, I can't stand the way you
do
Well, you know, you have been a good little girl, whoa, but
you just won't be true
Well, I'm gonna buy me a pistol, little woman, made up on a
.44 frame
Well, I'm gonna buy me a pistol, little woman, made up on a
.44 frame
Well, you can look down in the ground, little woman, whoa,
you know, you can see that undertaker man
Well, you know, I feel like snappin', baby, yes, my pistol
all in your face
Well, you know, I feel like snappin', baby, yes, my pistol
all in your face
Well, you know, some old lonely graveyard, yes, will be your
restin' place
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by
recording of 19
from That Good Old Jelly Roll (),
copyright
notice
My baby please don't go
My baby please don't go
My baby please don't go back to New Orleans,
honey, I love you so
Oh, don't you call my name
Oh, don't you call my name
Oh, don't you call my name you got me way down here, wearin'
the balls and chains
Baby, please don't go
My baby please don't go
My baby please don't go
My baby please don't go back to New Orleans,
old Sonny love you so
Yes, your man done gone
You know your man done gone
You know your man done gone to the kindy home,
he got the shackles on, he got the shackles on
Oh, baby please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go back to New Orleans,
old Sonny love you so
I turn your lamp down low
I turn your lamp down low
I turn your lamp down low
Baby please don't go back to New Orleans,
honey, I love you so
Oh, don't you call my name
Don't you call my name
Don't you call my name you got me way down here, wearin' the
balls and chains
Baby please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go
Oh, baby please don't go back to New Orleans,
honey, I love you so
Baby please don't go you know I love you so
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by
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
Bad, bad whiskey, made me lose my happy home
Now I left home this mornin', I swore I've stopped and
think
Made my friends a promise, I wouldn't even take a drink
Of that bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Made me lose my happy home
I stopped into a tavern, say hello to some friends of
mine
I got to drinkin' good scotch whiskey, and I overstayed my
time
I'm talkin' 'bout bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Made me lose my happy home
Ain't gonna tell nobody, ain't gonna drink no more
Woman that I was lovin', throwed me from her door
On account of bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Bad, bad whiskey
Made me lose my happy home
Gimme one more drink
Gimme one more drink
Gimme one more drink
And I'll be on my way
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Traditional
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
C.C. Rider, see what you done done, Lord, Lord, Lord
Made me love you, now your man done come
Well, you made me love you, now your man has come
C.C. Rider, where did you stay last night, Lord, Lord,
Lord
Tell me right on where did you stay last night
You come home this mornin' the sun was shinin' bright
Did you, did you get that letter that I thrown in your
backyard? Lord, Lord, Lord
Did you get that letter that I thrown in your backyard?
Well, it read I would come to see you, but your best man's
got me barred
Well, I'm goin' away baby, I won't be back till fall, Lord,
Lord, Lord
I'm goin' away baby, I won't be back till fall
Well, if I find me a good girl, I won't be back at all
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun, long as I am tall, Lord, Lord,
Lord
Gonna buy me a shotgun, long as I am tall
I ain't gonna shoot you because you don't love me,
gonna kill you because you was doin' me wrong
Top
by
recording of 19
from That Good Old Jelly Roll (),
copyright
notice
You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down South
She's so sweet the honeybees swarm around her mouth
Get along home Cindy, Cindy get along home
Get along home Cindy, Cindy I'll marry you someday
First I seen Cindy, she was standin' in the door
Her shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all over
the floor
She kissed me and she hugged me, she called me a
sugarplum
She thrown her arms around me and called me a sugarplum
I wished I had a nickel, wished I had a dime
I give it to my Cindy to love me all the time
She took me to her parlor, she called me with her fan
She said I was the prettiest thing to dream a mortal man
I wished I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree
Ev'rytime that Cindy would pass me by, she take a bite of
me
Oh, Cindy is a pretty girl, Cindy is a peach
She threw her arms around my neck and hung on like a
leach
Top
by Sonny
Terry
recording of 1947-1950
from Whoopin'
the Blues: the Capitol Recordings, 1947-1950 (Capitol
546), copyright
notice
Little cousin John when he crossed that field, Great Big
Steak Billy, on that hill
He turned around to do his best, fell right back in the
hornet's nest
Up he jump in the way he ran, couldn't catch the boy in the
aeroplane
Oh, cousin John, he had no shoes, that's why he had them
runnin' blues
Little cousin John was goin' to town, ridin' a gray horse
and need no hound
The ol' hound barked, the ol' horse jumped, the ol' cousin
John, he's fell on a stone
Oh, cousin John, he promised me, just before he die he make
a will for me
Lived so long his head got bald, well, he got out the notion
of dyin' at all
Oh, cousin John fairly well, well, I know something but I
ain't gonna tell
Well, I know something but I ain't gonna tell, I know
something but I ain't gonna tell
I know something but I ain't gonna tell, oh, cousin John
Top
by
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
You get a line an' I'll get a pole, baby
You'll get a line an' I'll get a pole, honey
You'll get a line an' I'll get a pole
We goin' down the crawdad1 hole
Honey, baby, mine
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry, honey
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry, baby
What you gonna do when the pond goes dry
Stand on the bank watch the crawdads die
Honey, baby, mine
Well, you get a line an' I'll get a pole, baby
You get a line an' I'll get a pole, honey
You get a line an' I'll get a pole
We goin' down the crawdad hole
Honey, baby, mine
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, baby
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back, honey
Yonder come a man with a sack on his back
Crawdads crawlin' back to back
Honey, baby, mine
Well, what you gonna do when the meat gives out, baby
What you gonna do when the meat gives out, honey
What you gonna do when the meat gives out
Stand on the house with your eye more poked out
Honey, baby, mine
You get a line and I'll get a pole, baby
You get a line and I'll get a pole, baby
You get a line and I'll get a pole
We goin' down the crawdad hole
Honey, baby, mine
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Note 1: alteration of crawfish, any of numerous freshwater
fish resembling the lobster but usually much smaller, word
used chiefly west of the Appalachians.
Top
Traditional
recording of 19
from Wizard
Of The Harmonica (Storyville
8018), copyright
notice
Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Well, my farm's all green, 'tatoes painted red
I didn't find a crew top, caught the fool in my bed
You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Well, I went down town this mornin', left my gate
unlatched,
When I came back home, that fool in my 'tattoo patch
You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Oh, I tipped up to my window, I wished I had a gun,
My farm wrapped around the fool, you know, he was goin'
South
You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Well, you know she powdered her face and water-waved her
hair
Know she caught a taxi, goin' cross town somewhere
You know, she diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Restin' on my mind
Restin' on my mind
Restin' on my mind
Restin' on my mind
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by Sonny
Terry
recording of 1947-1950
from Whoopin'
the Blues: the Capitol Recordings, 1947-1950 (Capitol
546), copyright
notice
Came home last night, feelin' sad and blue
My baby done gone, I didn't know what to do
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, and she don't mean a man no
good
Work hard for her, every day
She took my money and throwed it away
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, and she don't mean a man no
good
I cooked her breakfast, carried it to her bed
I took my comb and combed her head
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, and she don't mean a man no
good
Well, I give her my money, bought her fine, nice clothes
If I find her, I bust her right in her nose
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, and she don't mean a man no
good
I done sung this song, I didn't tell no lie
The day I found her, that's the day she died
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, don't you know
She's a dirty mistreater, and she don't mean a man no
good
Top
by Brownie
McGhee / Sonny
Terry
recording of 1969
from A
Long Way From Home (MCA 11756),
copyright
notice
Don't mistreat me, mama, when you know you doin' wrong
yourself
Don't mistreat me, baby, when you know you're doin' wrong
yourself
Well, you ain't doin' nothin' but drivin' me right to
somebody else
How can I love you woman, when you always gone
You expect for me to do right, when you always doin'
wrong
Don't mistreat me, mama, when you know you doin' wrong
yourself
Don't mistreat me, baby, when you know you're doin' wrong
yourself
Well, you ain't doin' nothin' but drivin' me right to
somebody else
I asked her where she been, she said, "Sonny that ain't a
rule"
She looked me dead in my face, "None of your business,
fool"
Don't mistreat me, mama, when you know you doin' wrong
yourself
Don't mistreat me, baby, when you know you're doin' wrong
yourself
Well, you ain't doin' nothin' but drivin' me right to
somebody else
You know I love you woman, you can bet your life it's
true
I want you to love me little girl, that all I want from
you
Don't mistreat me, mama, when you know you doin' wrong
yourself
Don't mistreat me, baby, when you know you're doin' wrong
yourself
Well, you ain't doin' nothin' but drivin' me right to
somebody else
Don't get mad little girl, cause a' the things I'm sayin' to
you
I want you to realize woman, you know you got some troubles,
too
Don't mistreat me, mama, when you know you doin' wrong
yourself
Don't mistreat me, baby, when you know you're doin' wrong
yourself
Well, you ain't doin' nothin' but drivin' me right to
somebody else
Top
Traditional
recording of 19
from Wizard
Of The Harmonica (Storyville
8018), copyright
notice
Easy rider, see
what you done done
Easy rider, see what you done done
You made me love you and now your man done come
Ain't it hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
You catch me stealin', please don't tell on me
Catch me stealin', please don't tell on me
'Tealin' from my other woman back to my used to be
Singin' hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, yes, easy rider
Easy baby, easy woman
Easy rider, easy rider
Easy rider, easy rider
If I was a catfish, swimmin' in the deep blue sea
If I was a catfish, oh, swimmin' in the deep blue sea
Have all the pretty women out there fishin' for me
Singin' hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Easy rider, honey, what did this on your mind
Easy rider, what did this on your mind
You got me worried and wringin' my ol' hand in crime
Ain't it hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Woo
Top
by
recording of 19
from, copyright
notice
Tell me how long had it been since you've been home
Tell me how long had it been since you've been home
You knew you could leave, you could be gone too long, too
long from home
You know my mama's got a rockin' chair sittin' by the
window,
rocks in the evenin' 'fore the sun go down
Yes, poor old mama's got a rockin' chair sittin' by the
window,
rocks in the evenin' 'fore the sun go down
She'll be thinkin' 'bout her poor childrens, wonderin' why
they won't come around
Oh, ooooh, yes
Mama don't worry, please mama don't worry, mama don't worry,
just pray for me
I'm gonna try to make lot of happy
I'm on pray with you, please my mama pray for me
Mama she's still rockin', in that old rockin' chair
Yes, she's still rockin', in that old rockin' chair
She's thinkin' 'bout her childrens, wonderin' why aren't
they over here
My sister got worry, she began to pray
Oh, yeah, mama know I've been away many day
Oh, mama got worry, these the word my mama said
Come on home children, my shack fallin' down
Come on home, my shack fallin' down
You know to send for my poor mama's cover so high
Ain't none of her childrens around, but I'm hurryin', I'm
goin' home
Top
by James Oden
recording of 19
from Wizard
Of The Harmonica (Storyville
8018) & The
Folkways Years, 1944-1963 (Smithsonian/Folkways
CD-SF-40033), copyright
notice
I have had my fun if I never get well no more
I have had my fun if I never get well no more
Well, you know my health is failin' me and, you know, I'm
goin' down slow
Please, write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in
Please, write my mother, tell her the shape I'm in
Tell her to pray for me just forgiveness for my sins
Tell her don't send no doctor, doctor can't do Sonny Terry
no good
Tell her don't send no doctor, doctor can't do old Sonny no
good
Well, you know it's all my fault, you know, I didn't do
anything that I should
Oh, you know, I didn't man
On the next train South please look for my clothes on
On the next train South please look for my clothes on
Well, I say, mother if you don't see my body all you can do
is moan
Mother please, please, please don't worry, this is all in my
prayer
Mother please, please, please don't worry, this is all in my
prayer
Well, you can say your son is gone, yes, out of this world
somewhere
Bye-bye, mama
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