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Hello, little school girl
Good morning, little school girl Can I go home with you? Can I go home, later wit' you? Now, you can tell yo' mother an' yo' father, mm That Sonny Boy's a little school boy, too I woke up this morning I woke up this morning Lord, and I couldn't make me no Lord, I couldn't make me, no town Well, said I didn't have no blues, woman But I was all messed up, anyhow Now, you be my baby, mm Come on an' be my baby, mm I'll buy you a diamond I'll buy you a diamond ring Well, if you don't be my little woman Then I won't buy you a doggone thing I'm gonna buy me a airplane I'm gonna buy me a airplane I'm gonna fly all over this land I'm gonna fly all over this land's town Don't find the woman that I'm lovin' Then I ain't goin' to let my airplane down I do no hollerin' I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do Baby, what in this world I'm gonna do Well, that I don't want never hurt yo' feelin' Or either get mad at you |
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Bucket's Got A Hole In It 2:46 Trk 18
(Robert Brown) Washboard Sam (Robert Brown) vocal & washboard, Punch Miller - trumpet Bill Broonzy - guitar, Black Bob - piano, unk bass. Recorded: June 16, 1938. Original issue Bluebird 7906/BS-020808-1. Album Vol. 3 'That's Chicago's Southside' BMG Music 63988-2 <to the tune of 'Midnight Special'> Oh, my bucket got a hole in it Oh, my bucket got a hole in it Oh, my bucket got a hole in it Can't buy no beer When you're walkin' down 31st Street You had better look around Police firin' squad is on their beat An you'll be jailhouse bound (trumpet) 'Play it!' They ain't-a standin' on the corner Ev'rything was so slow Can't make no money Tricks ain't walkin' no mo' (piano) 'Oh, play it, boy' Gonna start a new racket Gonna start it out right Gonna sell moonshine in the day An peddle dope at night Then if I can't make no money Goin' a catch the Santa Fe Goin'a drink good liquor And let all women be. (trumpet & all to end) 'Pla-ay!' ~ |
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