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I was over in Aberdeen
On my way to New Orlean I was over in Aberdeen On my way to New Orlean Them Aberdeen women told me Will buy my gasoline Hey, two little women That I ain't ever seen They has two little women That I ain't never seen These two little women Just from New Orlean Ooh, sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind I'm sittin' down in Aberdeen With New Orlean on my mind Well, I believe them Aberdeen women Gonna make me lose my mind, yeah (slide guitar & washboard) Aber-deen is my home But the mens don't want me around Aberdeen is my home But the men don't want me around They know I will take these women An take them outta town Listen, you Aberdeen women You know I ain't got no dime Oh-oh listen you women You know'd I ain't got no dime They been had the po' boy All up and down. |
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Baby please don't go,
Baby please don't go, Baby please don't go, Down to New Orleans You know I love you so, Baby please don't go. Baby your mind done gone, Well your mind done gone, Well your mind done gone, Left the county farm, You had the shackles on. Baby please don't go. For be a dog, For be a dog, For be a dog, To git you way down here, I make you walk the log. Baby please don't go. Baby please don't go, Baby please don't go, Baby please don't go, Down to New Orleans, You know I love you so. Baby please don't go. For be a dog, For be a dog, For be a dog, Git you way down here, Make you walk the log. Baby please don't go. 'now how I feel right now, My baby leavin', On that midnight train, And I'm cryin'. Baby please don't go, Baby please don't go, Baby please don't go, Down to New Orleans, You know I love you so. Baby please don't go. For be a dog, For be a dog, For be a dog, To git you way down here. I make you walk the log. Baby please don't go, yeah. Awright |
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| 2:55 |
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Judge give me life this mornin' down on Parchman Farm (2x)
I wouldn't hate it so bad, but I left my wife in mourn Oh, goodbye wife, all you have done gone (2x) But I hope some day, you will hear my lonesome song Oh listen you men, I don't mean no harm (2x) If you wanna do good, you better stay off old Parchman Farm We got to work in the mornin', just at dawn of day (2x) Just at the settin' of the sun, that's when the work is done I'm down on Parchman Farm, but I sho' wanna go back home (2x) But I hope some day I will overcome |
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| 2:22 |
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Shake 'Em On Down Trk 3 3:00
Bukka White (Booker T. Washington White) Bukka White - vocal & guitar, unk 2nd guitar. Recorded: Sept 2, 1937 Chicago, Illinois Victor unissued. Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055 Yes, you're a nice girl, mama And little girl Night before day We gonna Shake 'em on down I need some time holler, now Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', now Must I shake 'em on down Too much is debted to me Through the week Save these chili peppers Some ol' rainy day, here Best I'm hollerin', now Ooh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', now Must I shake 'em on down, now Fix my supper Let me go to bed This white lightnin' done gone To my head Oh, must I holler now Ooh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', now Must I shake 'em on down I ain't been in Georgia, babe I been told Georgia women got the best Jellyroll These nights time holler, now Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', mama Must I shake 'em on down See See mama, heard You, done-done Made me love you, now I know Man done coming Best I'm hollerin', now Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin', mama Must I shake 'em on down Pretty girl's got They don't know What it is Make me drunk at that old Whiskey still It's best I'm hollerin', now Oh, must I shake 'em on down I done shout hollerin' Must I shake 'em on down. ~ |
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| 3:44 |
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| 5:56 |
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Bukka -spoken:
This is song Atlanta Special, here Runnin' all down through Georgia All down through the south An all through the Gulf of Mexico When I was a little boy I was startin' to catchin' this train And I never forget, I fifteen years old. I hear'd that train that mo'nin That 8:45 was hittin' that rail I had my mule goin' to the field To do some plowin' for my old grandfather. But when this train was comin' down the line She picked up wit' it. (guitar - comin' down the line) I say, 'Whoa!' My mule stopped I 'cide to leave, I'd try the world I eased on out there And I caught the old freight train That went on down All down through Gulf of Mexico And ev'rywhere else. Oh, I got to thinkin' about Atlanta, Georgia. I say, 'I b'lieve I go back where my old grandmother live at.' Oh, one night I was sittin' down Boilin' some corn down on the railroad track. I thought about what my old grandmother told me years ago. Said son: 'You got to reap what you sew. If you don't be a good boy, you gon' have bad luck.' I made me a record (they'll buys it) (This way Atlanta, Georgia) This song: Sings: I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my home Mm-mm-mm Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord! When I fell back in Atlanta, Georgia Old lady lived, last name Miss Ester. She said, 'Son, I heard one of your records about Atlanta, Georgia. Said, 'Can you play it, now?' I reached back in my guitar case and pulled m'old raggedy guitar out. So glad to get back home I commenced to playin' this song for Aunt Ester. Sings: Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord! Mm-mm-mm So glad I headed back home Old lady starts at me, did I want anything to eat? I was sittin' there lookin' out toward the railroad track. I never will forget it, she brought me ham an egg, an toasted cheese an hot cup-a-coffee. When that straight line ten mile a-goin' to I dropped my head an I dropped my food. I said, 'Now, I got to ride this train back'. She said, 'Son, what is wrong?' I said, 'Well, Aunt Ester.' I said, 'Booker got to go.'That train was turnin' tight that mo'nin. (guitar- turnin' tight) Aunt Ester ask-ed 'Would I know that train if I could hear it?' She said, 'You're too young, you don't know nothin' too much about hoboin'. I said, 'Well, I tell ya Aunt Ester, if I can hear the bell on this train I could tell you mo' about it.' When that train jumped to the fifteen mile curve, a bell will give you a toll like this: (guitar- bell tolling) Made me thought about when my baby got sick n' she died. She's, they called me up. When she run in her fifteen mile curve She throw'd on the airbrake for la't ten mile. (guitar - airbraking) So, Aunt E. stops me. She says, 'Where you was born at?' I said, 'Atlanta, Georgia' She said, 'That why you can play that ol' guitar, can't cha!' While we was talkin' she heard that train comin' into that fifteen mile curve. Two old ladies was on that train, cryin' an supperin' pullin' down the blind. A man give him a signal from the engine to the coach to slow down. You could hear him chokin' that train 'specially down comin' through Lou'siana like this: (guitar - chokin' train) When the man throw'd that red light on Him sho' know it come, that fifteen mile curve. I ease on off back to the station I tol' Aunt E stop, thank her for her food. She said, 'Son, don't forget what your mother, now, used to told you Now, she said, Take life easy.' I jumped on out there and got in the blind. That train jumped on outta town. (I was steady jumpin' down) (Hauled through Georgia, Lou'siana) Right on down to a place he called Port Teht (?) (That's in Lou'siana) (They was strippin' sorghum and ev'rything I done got hauled in) I get off the freight train For a job aks the man for me Somethin' to eat He said, 'Can you strip sorgham? I said, I read about it, but I ain't never did it He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' strip it!' I 'cided to do a little piece a-work for him He went in there an got me sorghum, molasses cornbread, toasted cheese, hot cup a-coffee. My train was in the yard The train blowed! When I hear that train blow, gettin' on I said I'm fixin' to stop t'stripin 'em. (guitar to end) |
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When Uncle Sam take all your men
And boys to war I'm 'onna be just like a coon When Uncle Sam take all your men And boys to war Boys, I'm 'onna be just like a coon Ev'ry mornin' before the moon go down I won't start a-tappin 'fore around I roam Uncle Sam leave me alone I got to watch these pretty women While the other men is gone Uncle Sam leave me alone I got to watch these pretty women While the other men is gone Now, it's one thing I will do, Uncle Sam I'll write you when one of these women Treat me wrong I don't want none a-these women Start to fuss an fightin' over me 'Cause, you know Uncle Sam Believe Bukka goin' behind Don't you women start to fussin' And fightin' over me 'Cause Uncle Sam believe Bukka goin' behind If I don't get around to the women In the daytime Old Bukka will be 'round 'fore the sun go downBabe, I don't want ya'all women Start a-fussin' an fight Don't start a-fussin', an fightin' over me I don't want none-a you women start to fussin' Fightin' over me All I want you to do is let me take my time Meet me uptown on a Friday or Saturday, baby I be trampin' on later at Piney down I think I'm gon' have to write Uncle Sam Tell him to send me one or two more men back behind I think I'm gonna have to start to writin' Uncle Sam Tell him to send one or two more men back behind I done got to the place I done got to the place, baby I can't even make it around Befo' the sun go down Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam Uncle Sam's train be on the track early time Uncle Sam's train, Uncle Sam's train Come in early in the mornin' It will be on the track I want you women to go down there Into Union Station in the mo'nin Make like you be in mournin' Be glad when they gone! ~ |
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