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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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Just look here mama
Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't pick pig meat the way you do Don't believe it's pig meat Ask anybody in the neighborhood Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret Don't believe it's pig meat Kind that you won't regret I got something about this pig meat Sweet mama ain't told you yet I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town I was born and raised in the country Mama but I'm staying in town You don't believe it's pig meat Mama from my head on down |
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Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine
He's taken all the women and left the men behind Well-a Shorty George, he done been here and gone Yes, Shorty George, he done been here and gone Lord he left many a poor man a great long way from home Well my baby caught the Katy, I caught the Santa Fee Well she caught the Katy, I caught the Santa Fee Well, you can't quit me, baby, can't you see Well I went to Galveston, work on the Mallory Line Went to Galveston, Lord on the Mallory Line Babe you can't quit me, ain't no use tryin' Shorty George, travelin' through the land Shorty George, he's travelin' through the land Always looking to pick some woman's poor man When I get back to Dallas, I'm gonna walk and tell When I get back to Dallas, gonna walk and tell That the Fort Bend Bottom is a burning hell |
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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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Jump down, turn around, pick a bail of cotton.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day Me and my wife, we pick a bail of cotton. Me and my wife, we pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day Me and my friend, we pick a bail of cotton. Me and my friend, we pick a bail a day. Oh lordy, pick a bail of cotton. Oh lordy, pick a bail a day |
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Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do?
Good mornin' blues, blues how do ya do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get outta my bed Oh I woke up this mornin' Couldn't get you outta my bed Went to eat my breakfast and The blues was all in my bread Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? Well I'm doin' alright this mornin' how are you? Well the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down Lord, the blues ain't nothin' but a poor workin' man feelin' down That's about the meagerest feelin' I done ever had Why I'm singin' good mornin', blues blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Good mornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yeah yeah) Well I'm doin' alright this mornin', how are you? Sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today (hey) I sent for you yesterday, here you come walkin' today Yeah, your mouth's wide open You don't know what to say (I say) Goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (yo yeah) Well goodmornin' blues, blues how do you do? (hoo yeah) Well I'm doin' alright, blues how are you? Yeeeeeaaaah! |
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Whoa back Buck---gee by the lamb,
Who made the back band---whoa goddamn. 18, 19--20 years ago, Took my gal to the country store, Took my gal to the country store, Buy m' pretty little gal little calico. Me and my gal walkin' down the road, Her knees knock together playin' "Sugar In The Gourd", Sugar in the gourd and the gourd in the ground, If you want a little sugar got to roll the gourd around. My old man's good old man Washed his face in a frying pan, Combed his hair with a wagon wheel, And died with a toothache in his heel. Papa loved mama---mama loved men,(three times) Mama's in the graveyard and papa's in the pen. I gee to the mule but the mule wouldn't gee, (3 times) So I hit him side the head with the single tree. I haw to the mule wouldn't haw, (3 times) So I broke his back with my mother-in-law. (The above are the verses Art Thieme used to sing.) Also recorded by Guy Carawan & Leadbelly. Eastbound train on the westbound track Westbound train on the eastbound track Both those trains were running fine But what a terrible way to run a railroad line! Cho Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all. Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb, You steppin on my cottobn like you don't give a damn. I'm a rowdy soul, Im a rowdy soul Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo. Took my gal to the party-o, She sat on a steeple, She let a fart & broke my heart And all over the people. Tell my wife when you go to the hills, I"m here workin at the sorghum mill. Last year was a good crop year And everybody knowed it. Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn And some damn rascal stole it. I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul. I'm rowdy all around my red asshole. |
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Alberta, Alberta,
Where you been so long? Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Ain't had no loving Since you've been gone. Alberta, Alberta, Where'd you stay last night? Alberta, Alberta Where'd you stay last night? Come home this morning, Clothes don't fit you right Alberta, Alberta, Girl, you're on my mind. Alberta, Alberta, Girl, you're on my mind. Ain't had no loving Such a great long time. Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Alberta, Alberta, Where you been so long? Ain't had no loving Since you've been gone. |
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I'm Alabama bound
I'm Alabama bound And if the train don't turn around I'm Alabama bound Oh, don't you leave me here Oh, don't you leave me here But if you must go anyhow Just leave a dime for beer Oh, don't you be like me Oh, don't you be like me Drink your good sweet cherry wine And let that whiskey be Well your hair don't curve And your eyes ain't blue Well if you don't want me, Polly Ann Well I don't want you |
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She's a noted rider
Whoa, she ain't no good She got drunk this mornin' Woke up her neighbours She take me to her house She called me honey I thought she loved me But, she just wanted my money Shes a noted rider Whoa, she ain't no good I made a date with her About half past ten Knocked on her door She said you ain't comin' in She's a noted rider Whoa' she ain't a bit of good |
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Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride, Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, If you want to ride, you got to ride it like you find it, Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line. Jesus died to save our sins--hooray to God, We're going to meet him again! [Chorus] I may be right and I may be wrong, You are going to miss me when I'm gone! [Chorus] A, B, C, W, X, Y and Z Cats in the cupboard, but they don't see me! [Chorus] |
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Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Weepin' and a-moanin' like a turtle dove Rise Sally rise, wipe your weepin' eyes Turn to the east, turn to the west Turn to the one that you love the best Little Jimmy Walker, sittin' in a saucer Weepin' and a-moanin' like a turtle dove Rise Jimmy rise, wipe your weepin' eyes Turn to the east, turn to the west Turn to the one that you love the best |
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Take this hammer, carry it to the captain
Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Take this hammer, carry it to the captain Tell him I'm gone Tell him I'm gone If he asks you was I runnin' If he asks you was I runnin' If he asks you was I runnin' Tell him I was flyin' Tell him I was flyin' If he asks you was I laughin' If he asks you was I laughin' If he asks you was I laughin' Tell him I was cryin' Tell him I was cryin' They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses But I got my pride Well, I got my pride |
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun And its been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god im one. Im going to tell my baby sister Please dont do like i have done Please shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising sun. If I had Listened to what my Mama said I would not be here today You'd have been so young and foolish wild I let her ramble Orleans this way. Im going back to New Orleans My race is almost won Im going back to spend the rest of my life Benieth the rising sun. |
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Baby, how long
Baby how long Have that ev'nin train been gone Baby, how long, how long, baby how long Hear it was so Can't see no train But deep in my heart I feel and achin' pain And that's a-how long, how long, babe how long Into the station Look up at the board Next train around Strawberry Road How long, how, woo, baby how long 'make it wail ev'rybody' 'yeah, so sweet' Down atta station With my head hung down Lookin' at my sugar, when she leave this town Baby, how long, how long, baby how long I ain't got no money Buy a ticket on a train But I'll ride de blinds, baby Be back home, again Well, how long, how long, baby how long See me comin' Gon get some plow work *I'll cut your liver Plug your heartache Been so long, woo swoo, baby how long 'Sonny, wail about it' Feelin' bad, I'm lookin' sad Thinkin' bout the bad luck, Sonny I once have had But how long, how long, honey how long See the green grass, growin' on a hill Never seen no green grass on a dollar bill How long, how long, baby how long Lower you, baby To a hollow tree Way you treat me Come back to you Hoo, low, hoo, woo, baby gone 'Make it wail ev'rybody, now' Feel so disgusted, I feel so blue Sometimes Sonny, I don't know What in the world I'm gonna do Now, how long, how long, yeah how long See that little house, sitting on the hill You don't love me, goin try another who will How long, how long baby, how long See my baby, tell her I'll be runnin' home I've been worried, ever since she been gone How long, how, woo, baby how long 'Love to see ya' 'Play for me, now' |
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