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When I was a cowboy
Out on the western plains When I was a cowboy Out on the western plains I made a half a million Pullin' on the bridle reins Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah I went to my girl's house She's sittin' d'ere alone Went to my girl's house She's sittin' d'ere alone I'm a poor western cowboy A long way from home Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah When I left my girl's house She was rockin' in her rockin' chair When I left my girl's house She was rockin' in her rockin' chair Poor western cowboy Please don't you leave me here Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah Went to my girl's house Sitting deep down in my saddle Went to my girl's house Sitting deep down in my saddle I'm the best western cowboy That ever herd cattle Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah Oh, de hardest battle Was there ever on the western plains Oh, de hardest battle Was there ever on the western plains When me an a bunch of cowboys Run into Jesse James Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah Me an a bunch of cowboys Run into Jesse James Me an a bunch of cowboys Run into Jesse James All the bullets was a-fallin' Just like a shower rain Come a ki-ki--yicky Cow, ki-yicky-yicky-yeah Come all you cowboys Don't you wanna go? Come all you cowboys Don't you wanna go? Gon see the ranges On the range in *Buffalo Come a cow ki--yicky Cow, cow, yicky-yicky-yea Take de hardest battle Was there ever on Bunker Hill Oh, de hardest battle Was there ever on Bunker Hill When me an' a bunch of cowboys Run into Buffalo Bill Come a cow ki--yicky Cow, cow, yicky-yicky-yea Come all you cowboys Don't you wanna hear? Come all you cowboys Don't you wanna hear? O'vr nineteen hundred Bullets around your ear Come a cow ki--yicky Cow, cow, yicky-yicky-yeah. |
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Now, he jumped on the Pea
This is a man, he's seventy-five years old and leaves home When he leaves home he stay away three long years Then he come a-rackin back And while he was gone he had two little chillen Lil boy an a lil girl, wife at home Wife lies down an she dreams tonight That husband was comin' back She sit up on the side the bed one night She 'gan to sing, here what she said Dreamed last night and all night, night befo' Lord, I dreamed last night and all night, night befo' She dreamed last night and-a all night, night befo' Little boy jumped up and go in to his mama Said mama, said, 'What did you dream? Here what she says 'Heard your papa, knockin' on my do' Thought I heard your papa knockin' on my do' Heard your papa, knockin' on my do' She asked 'fore she would take him back And she was a good Christian She told her preacher, said 'I wouldn't take him back when he comes' But when he calmly walks to the do' to commence Knocks on his do' and commence to cryin' Cryin' babe, have I ever done you wrong? Lordy cried, my babe have I ever done you wrong? Lovin' babe, have I ever done you wrong? You know good 'n well, I'd had to have done wrong Been gone three long years and never wrote a speck Sent her a nickel of money And he sit down a'gin an cry a'gin Ya'll he said Ever I have honey, will you forgive me, please? Lord, ever have, will you forgive me , please? Ever I have Lord, will you forgive me, please? Girl, she wouldn't take him back When she heard him singin' out there She walked through the do' With her hands a-high in the air And she looked up to the God in the sky Here what she says You's a long time comin' A-honey but you will come here You's a long time comin' A-hon but you will come here You's a long time comin' Baby, but you will come here She sit down an tol her little boy His wife says, I want son to play the piano a piece Since you been gone so long Let him know what he's done learned Since you been gone And the little boy sit down, begin to play His little piano a piece (guitar sound piano) She sit down, she commence to cryin' Lordy, have mercy on me Oh Lord-y, have mercy on me Oh, someday another Lord, I may be free She had her another piece, little girl She told her little girl Get on the piano and play her piece But the last piece, the little girl comes out And kept playin' this. |
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Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand, Well, I'm callin' that Captain, "Turn a-loose my man." Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring. You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing. Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan. And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right, And you better not squabble and you better not fight. Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down. You can bet your bottom dollar that you're Sugarland bound. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl. She brought jumping to this whole round world. Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day. Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead. That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying. And I began to worry about my very long time. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. |
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| 2:45 |
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In nineteen hundred and thirty two
Honorable Governor O.K. Allen, I'm pleading to you. I left my wife wringing her hands and crying, "Honorable Governor O.K. Allen, save that man of mine." And the Honorable Manager Himes looked over the pen, Told Governor O.K. Allen, "We've got too many men." Governor O.K. Allen began to turn about, "We've gotta make some arrangements to turn some of them out." Then Honorable Manager Himes says to Honorable Warden Long, "We done made some arrangements to let the men go home." When I looked in the paper, then I was surprised When I saw the number three hundred and twenty five. I know my wife's gonna jump and shout When the train rolls up and I come stepping out. Honorable Governor O.K. Allen, remember him the rest of my life, He studied up a plan to send so many men to their wives. When you write you a letter, please don't forget The Lieutenant Governor Honorable Mr. Fournet. Had you Governor O.K. Allen, like you got me, I would wake up in the morning, let you out on reprieve. |
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| 2:09 |
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Walked up Ellum and I come down Main
Tryin' to bum a nickle, just to buy cocaine Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Went to Mr. Lehman's on a lope Sign in the window said: 'No more coke'. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Goin' up State Street, comin' down Main Lookin' for the woman that uses cocaine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me I'se got a nickle, you'se got a dime... You buy the coke and I'll buy the wine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice Takes a brown-skinned woman, for my particular use. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Cocaine's for horses and not for men Doctors sat t'will kill you but they don't say when. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Whiff-a-ree and whiff-a-rye Gonna keep on a whiffin' boys, 'till I die. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. |
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Well the boll weevil and the little black bug
Come from a-Mexico they say Came all the way to Texas Just a-lookin' for a place to stay Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home (Doo-doo-wop-wop) Well the first time that I seen the boll weevil He was a-sittin' on the square Well the next time that I seen him He had his a-family there Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home (Doo-doo-wop-wop) Well the farmer took the boll weevil And he put him on the red hot sand Well the weevil said this is a-mighty hot But I take it like a man This will be my home, this will be my home Well the farmer took the boll weevil And he put him on a keg of ice Well the weevil said to the farmer This is mighty cool and nice This will be my home, this will be my home (Doo-doo-wop-wop) Well if anybody should ask you Who it was who sang this song Say a guitar picker from a-Oklahoma city With a pair of blue jeans on Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
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Captain Smith, when he got his load
Mighta heared him holl'in', All aboa'd Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. Jack Johnson wanted to ge on boa'd; Captain Smith hollered, "I ain' haulin' no coal." Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. It was midnight on the sea, Band playin', "Nearer My God to Thee." Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. Had them lifeboats aroun' , Savin' the women, lettin' the men go down. Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. When the women got out on land, Cryin', "Lawd, have mercy on my man." Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. Jack Johnson heard the mighty shock, Mighta seen the black rascal doin' the Eagle Rock. Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. Black man oughta shout for joy, Never lost a girl or either a boy. Cryin', Fare thee, Titanic, fare thee well. Hope this helps you Mr. Seed Consider it a "peace offering" Your most humble servant - gargoyle |
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Frankie was a good woman,
As everybody knows, She did all the work around the house And pressed her Albert's clothes. He was her man, but he done her wrong. Albert was a yeller man, Coal-black curly hair. Everybody up in St. Louis Thought he was a millionaire-- He was my son, and the only one. Miss Frankie went to the barroom, Called for a bottle of beer, Says to the bartender: "Has Mister Albert been here? He is my man, and he's doin' me wrong." Frankie and Albert were lovers, Oh, my God how they did love! Just like sisters and brothers, The whore and her turtle dove, For he was her man, but she shot him down. The bartender says to Miss Frankie: "I cannot tell a lie; Mister Albert was here about a minute ago With a gal name Alkali, He is your man, but he's doin' you wrong." Little Frankie went down the Broadway With her razor in her hand, Says "Stand aside, you chippie. I'm lookin' for my man, He's a gamblin' man, won't treat me right." Miss Frankie went up the stairway, She didn't go for fun; Underneath the ruffles of her petticoat, She had a young Gatlin' gun. He was her man an' he was doin' her wrong. Miss Frankie opened the winder, The gun she fired twice; The second shot she fired, She took Mister Albert's life-- He was her man, but he was doin' her wrong. Well, when Frankie shot Albert, First, he fell to his knees, Then he looked up in her face, Says, "Frankie, please don't shoot me no mo', Please, babe, don't shoot me no mo'." She shot three bullets in him, He staggered to the door, He gasped, "Oh, Frankie, you can't play 'round, 'Round this hop joint any more. I was your man, but I done you wrong. "Turn me over, Frankie, Turn me over slow, Turn me over easy on my left side So my heart won't overflow And kill me dead, and kill me dead." Took po' Albert to the graveyard, Stuck him in the ground, Frankie, she was singin', "I shot the sucker down-- He was my man, but he done me wrong." The people says to Frankie, "Little Frankie, why don't you run? Yonder comes the Chief Police With a smokeless 44 gun. You killed your man, wouldn't treat you right." "Well," says Miss Frankie, I don't care if I die, Take and hang me to a telegraph pole, Hang me good and high-- He was my man but he done me wrong." Little Frankie went down Broadway As far as she could see, And all she could hear was a two-string bow, Playing, "Nearer, My God To Thee"-- All over the town, little Albert's dead. Frankie went to Albert's mother, Fell across her knees, Said: "I'm sorry I killed your son, Won't you excuse me please? He was my man, but he done me wrong." "I will forgive you, Frankie, I will forgive you not. You sho' shot Albert, He's the only son I got, He was my son, and the only one." Frankie says to the sheriff, "Well, what do you think it'll be?" The sheriff said: "It looks like a case Of murder in the first degree; He was your man, but you shot him down." It was not murder in the first degree, It was not murder in the third, A woman simply dropped her man Like a hunter drops a bird. He was her man, but she shot him down. Frankie said to the sheriff, "Oh, what do you think they'll do?" "Strap you in the 'lectric chair, 'N' send thirty thousand volts through you. Albert was your man, but you shot him down." Passin' through the jail house, Went by Frankie's cell, Asked her how she was feelin', She said, "Go to Hell." He was her man, but she shot him down. Once more I saw Frankie, She was sittin' in her chair, Waitin' for to go an' meet her God, With the sweat drippin' out her hair. Albert was her man, but she shot him down. Took Frankie to the graveyard And stuck her in the ground, Now all that's left of Frankie Is a wooden cross and mound. He was her man- both dead and gone. Two little pieces of crape, Hangin' on the door, Show that lovin' Albert Ain't lovin' Albert no more. Frankie shot her man, who was doin' her wrong. |
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| 5:45 |
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Me and my wife went all over town
And everywhere we went people turned us down Lord, in a bourgeois town It's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs We heard the white man say'n I don't want no niggers up there Lord, in a bourgeois town Uhm, bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around Home of the brave, land of the free I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie Lord, in a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around Well, them white folks in Washington they know how To call a colored man a nigger just to see him bow Lord, it's a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around I tell all the colored folks to listen to me Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC 'Cause it's a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around |
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