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| 1. |
| 3:00 | 
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My heart is sad and I'm all alone
my man's treating me mean I regret the day that I was born And the man I ever seen My happiness is less today My heart is broke, that's why I say Lord, a good man is hard to find You always get another kind Just when you think that he's your pal You look and find him foolin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, you all crave You want to see him in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice; Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty lovin'; treat your good man right Oh, a good man is so hard to find We always get that roughed old kind Just when you think that he's your pal You like and find him hangin' 'round some old gal Then you rave, how you crave You wanna see him dead layin' in his grave So if your man is nice, take my advice Hug him in the morning, kiss him at night Give him plenty love madam, treat your man right 'Cause a good man nowadays sure is hard to find |
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| 2. |
| 3:20 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:50 |
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"Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin.
Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin. If this place gets raided, it's just me and my gin. Don't try me nobody, oh, you will never win. Don't try me nobody 'cause you will never win. I'll fight the army, navy just me and my gin. Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine. Any bootlegger sure is a pal of mine. 'Cause a good ol' bottle o' gin will get it all the time. When I'm feeling high ain't nothing I won't do. When I'm feeling high ain't nothing I won't do. Get me full of liquor and I'll sure be nice to you. I don't want no pork and I don't need no beer. I don't want no pork and I don't need no beer. I don't want no porkchop just give me gin instead." |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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Dixie moonlight, Swanee shore
Headed homebound just once more To my Mississippi delta home Southland has that grand garden spot Although you believe or not I hear those breeze a-whispering: "Come on back to me" Muddy water 'round my feet Muddy water in the street Just God don't shelter Down on the delta Muddy water in my shoes Reeling and rocking to them lowdown blues They live in ease and comfort down there I do declare Been away a year today To wander and roam I don't care it's muddy there But see it is my home Got my toes turned Dixie way 'Round the delta let me lay My heart cries out for muddy water |
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| 5. |
| 3:09 |
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I hate to see de evenin' sun go down,
Hate to see de evenin' sun go down 'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town. Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today, Feel tomorrow like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away. Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings. 'Twant for powder an' for store-bought hair, De man ah love would not gone nowhere, nowhere. Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be. That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it! I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie, Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye. I'll love ma baby till the day ah die. Been to de gypsy to get ma fortune tole, To de gypsy, done got ma fortune tole, Cause I'm most wile 'bout ma Jelly Roll. Gypsy done tole me, "Don't you wear no black." Yes, she done told me, "Don't you wear no black. Go to Saint Louis, you can win him back." Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself, Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff, Gwine to pin maself close to his side; If ah flag his train, I sho' can ride. Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be. That man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it! I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie, Lak a Kentucky Colonel loves his mint an' rye. I'll love ma baby till the day I die. You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine, Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line, He'd make a cross-eyed o'man go stone blin'. Blacker than midnight, teeth lak flags of truce, Blackest man in de whole of Saint Louis, Blacker de berry, sweeter am de juice. About a crap game, he knows a pow'ful lot, But when worktime comes, he's on de dot. Gwine to ask him for a cold ten-spot, What it takes to git it, he's cert'nly got. Got de Saint Louis Blues jes as blue as ah can be. Dat man got a heart lak a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. Doggone it! I loves day man lak a schoolboy loves his pie, Lak a Kentucky Col'nel loves his mint an' rye. I'll love ma baby till the day ah die. A black-headed gal makes a freight train jump the track, said a black-headed Gal makes a freight train jump the track, But a long tall gal makes a preacher ball the jack. Lawd, a blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town, I said Blonde-headed woman makes a good man leave the town, But a red-headed woman makes a boy slap his papa down. Oh, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, I said ashes to ashes and dust to dust, If my blues don't get you, my jazzing must. |
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| 6. |
| 3:28 |
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There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say
That folks don't criticize me But I'm goin' to, do just as I want to anyway And don't care if they all despise meIf I should take a notion To jump into the ocean 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, do, do doIf I go to church on Sunday Sing the shimmy down on Monday Ain't nobody's bizness if I do, if I doIf my friend ain't got no money And I say "take all mine, honey" 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, do, do doIf I give him my last nickel And it leaves me in a pickle 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, if I doThere are _________________ would hit me Since _______________up and quit me 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, do, do doI swear I won't call no copper If I'm beat up by my poppa 'T ain't nobody's bizness if I do, if I do |
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| 3:23 |
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Love, oh love, oh careless love
You've fly through my head like wine You've wrecked the life of a many poor girl And you nearly spoiled this life of mine Love, oh love, oh careless love In your clutches of desire You've made me break a many true vow Then you set my very soul on fire Love, oh love, oh careless love All my happiness bereft You've filled my heart with weary old blues Now I'm walkin', talkin' to myself Love, oh love, oh careless love Trusted you now, it's too late You've made me throw my old friend down That's why I sing this song of hate Love, oh love, oh careless love Night and day, I weep and moan You brought the wrong man into this life of mine For my sins, till judgment I'll atone |
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| 8. |
| 2:58 |
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| 9. |
| 2:50 |
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Tired of bein' lonely, tired of bein' blue
I wished I had some good man, to tell my troubles to Seem like the whole world's wrong Since my man's been gone I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog on my roll I can stand a bit of lovin', oh so bad I feel so funny, I feel so sad I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go What's the matter hard papa Come on and save your mama's soul 'Cause I need a little sugar, in my bowl, doggone it I need a some sugar in my bowl I need a little sugar in my bowl I need a little hot dog between my rolls You gettin' different, I've been told Move your finger, drop something in my bowl I need a little steam-heat on my floor Maybe I can fix things up, so they'll go Get off your knees, I can't see what you're drivin' at It's dark down there looks like a snake! C'mon here and drop somethin' here in my bowl Stop your foolin' and drop somethin' in my bowl |
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| 3:26 |
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Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too I've got those down hearted blues Once I was crazy 'bout a man He mistreated me all the time The next man I get has got To promise to be mine, all mine Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave I ain't never loved but three men in my life I ain't never loved but three men in my life My Father, my brother and the man that wrecked my life It may be a week, it may be a month or two It may be a week, it may be a month or two But the day you quit me honey, it's coming home to you I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I'm going to hold it until you didn't come under my command |
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| 2:57 |
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| 12. |
| 2:55 |
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| 13. |
| 3:23 |
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Judge, you wanna hear my plea
Before you open up your court But I don't want no sympathy 'Cause I done cut my good man's throat I caught him with a trifling Jane I warned him 'bout before I had my knife and went insane And the rest you ought to know Judge, Judge, please, Mr. Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, good Mr. Judge Let me go away from here I wanna take a journey To the devil down below I done killed my man I wanna reap just what I sow Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy, lordy, Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, hear me, Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, send me there, Judge I love him so dear I cut him with my Barlow I kicked him in the side I stood there laughing over him While he wallowed 'round and died Oh, Judge, Judge, lordy Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, please, Mr. Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair Judge, Judge, good, kind Judge Burn me, for I don't care I don't want no bumbling man To go my bail I don't want to spend no Nine and ninety years in jail So Judge, Judge, good kind Judge Send me to the 'lectric chair |
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| 3:29 |
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Twenty-five cents?
Ha! No! No! I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere 'cause listen here: Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night when the high-browns git together it's just too tight, they all congregates at an all night strut and what they do is tut-tut-tut Old Hannah Brown from 'cross town gets full of corn and starts breakin' 'em down Just at the break of day you can hear old Hannah say, "Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer" Send me gate I don't care I feel just like I wanna clown Give the piano player a drink because he's bringin' me down He's got rhythm, yeah! When he stomps his feet, he sends me right off to sleep Check all your razors and your guns We gonna be rasslin' when the wagon comes I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer Send me 'cause I don't care Slay me 'cause I don't care Gimme a reefer and a gang o' gin Slay me, 'cause I'm in my sin Slay me 'cause I'm full of gin Check all your razors and your guns Do the shim-sham shimmy till the risin' sun |
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| 3:17 |
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When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night (2x)
Then trouble's taking place in the lowlands tonight. I woke up this morning, can't even get out of my door (2x) That's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she want to go. They rowed a little boat about five miles across the farm (2x) I packed all of my clothes, throwed them in, and they rowed me along. When it thundered and lighteninged and the wind began to blow (2x) There's thousands of people ain't got no place to go. And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill (2x) And looked down on the house where I used to live. Back Water Blues done calls me to pack my things and go (2x) Cause my house fell down, and I can't live there no more. Mmm, I can't move no more (2x) There ain't no place for a poor old girl to go. |
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