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| 3:16 | 
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I know a triflin' man
They call him Triflin' Sam He lives in Birmingham Way down in Alabam' Now the other night He had a fight With a gal named Mandy Brown She plainly stated She was aggravated And she shouted out to him Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me I said, don't two-time me Aggravatin' papa, treat me kind or let me be I mean, just let me be It's been a while, I'll get you told Stop messin' round, sweet jellyroll If you stay out with a high-brown baby I'll smack you down, and I don't mean maybe Aggravatin' papa, I'll do anything you say Anything you say But when you go struttin', do your strut around my way So papa, just treat me pretty, be nice and kind The way you treated me will make me lose my mind Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me Just treat me pretty, be nice and sweet I got a darn forty-four that don't repeat Aggravatin' papa, don't you try to two-time me |
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| 2. |
| 2:55 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:26 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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Lord, this house is goin' to get raided, yes, sir
Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall, turned to the wall Thirty days in jail with my back turned to the wall Look here, Mr. Jail-keeper, put another gal in my stall I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long I don't mind bein' in jail, but I got to stay there so long, so long When every friend I have is done shook hands and gone You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin, under my chin You better stop your man from tickling me under my chin 'Cause if he keeps on tickling, I'm sure gonna take him on in Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? How do you do? Good morning, blues, blues, how do you do? Say, I just come here to have a few words with you |
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| 5. |
| 2:43 |
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| 6. |
| 3:18 |
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| 7. |
| 2:51 |
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Hey boweavil, don't sing them blues no more
Hey boweavil, don't sing them blues no more Boweavil's here, boweavil's everywhere you go I'm a lone boweavil, been out a great long time I'm a lone boweavil, been out a great long time For to sing this song, to ease boweavil's troublin' mind I don't want no sugar, put into my tea I don't want no sugar, put into my tea The mens are so evil, I'm scared they might poison me I went down town I bought myself a hat I brought it back home I laid it on the shelf I looked in my bedroom Tired sleepin' by myself I'm tired sleepin' by myself |
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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| 9. |
| 2:57 |
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| 10. |
| 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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| 11. |
| 3:28 |
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| 12. |
| 3:09 |
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| 13. |
| 3:24 |
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| 14. |
| 3:21 |
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| 15. |
| 3:24 |
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| 16. |
| 3:19 |
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| 17. |
| 3:17 |
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When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night
When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night Then trouble's takin' place in the lowlands at night I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door There's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she wanna go Then they rowed a little boat about five miles cross the pond Then they rowed a little boat about five miles cross the pond I packed all my clothes, throwed 'em in and they rowed me along When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow When it thunders and lightnin' and the wind begins to blow There's thousands of people ain't got no place to go And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill Then looked down on the house were I used to live Backwater blues done called me to pack my things and go Backwater blues done called me to pack my things and go 'Cause my house fell down and I can't live there no more Mmm, I can't move no more Mmm, I can't move no more There ain't no place for a poor old girl to go |
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| 2:56 |
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Now listen honey while I say
How can you tell me that you're going away? Don't say that we must part Don't break my achin' heart You know I love you true for many years Love you night and day How can you leave me Can't you see my tears? So listen while I say After you've gone And left me cryin' After you've gone There's no denyin' You'll feel blue You'll feel sad You'll miss the dearest pal You ever had There'll come a time Now don't forget it There'll come a time When you'll regret it Someday When you grow lonely Your heat will break like mine And you'll want me only After you've gone After you've gone away After you've gone Left me cryin' After you've gone There's no denyin' You'll feel blue You'll feel sad You'll miss the best pal You ever had There'll come a time Now don't forget it There'll come a time When you'll regret it Someday When you grow lonely Your heat will break like mine And you'll want me only After you've gone After you've gone away |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
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| 2:58 |
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Oh my honey
Oh my honey You better hurry and let's go down there Ain't you goin'? Ain't you goin'? To that leaderman, ragged meter man Oh honey Oh honey Let me take you to Alexander's Grand stand brass band Ain't you coming along? Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear It's the best band in the land They can play the bugle call like you've never heard before Sounds so natural that you'll wanna go to war That's just the best band in the land Oh honey lamb Come on along Come on along Let me take you by the hand Up to the man Up to the man Who is the leader of the band And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band Come on and hear Come on and hear It's the best band in the land Listen to the bugle call Just the best band in the land Oh honey lamb Come on along Come on along Let me take you by the hand Up to the man Up to the man Who is the leader of the band And if you care to hear the Swanee River played in ragtime Come on and hear Come on and hear Alexander's ragtime band |
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| 2. |
| 3:18 |
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| 3. |
| 3:09 |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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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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| 2:58 |
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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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| 6. |
| 2:57 |
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| 7. |
| 2:49 |
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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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| 2:55 |
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Madam Buff's was quite deluxe
Servants by the score Footmen at each door Butlers and maids galore But one day Sam, her kitchen man Gave in his notice, he's through She cried, "Oh Sam, don't go It'll grieve me if you do" I love his cabbage gravy, his hash Crazy 'bout his succotash I can't do without my kitchen man Wild about his turnip top Like the way he warms my chop I can't do without my kitchen man Anybody else can leave And I would only laugh But he means too much to me And you ain't heard the half Oh, his jelly roll is so nice and hot Never fails to touch the spot I can't do without my kitchen man His frankfurters are oh so sweet How I like his sausage meat I can't do without my kitchen man Oh, how that boy can open clam No one else is can touch my ham I can't do without my kitchen man When I eat his doughnuts All I leave is the hole Any time he wants to Why, he can use my sugar bowl Oh, his baloney's really worth a try Never fails to satisfy I can't do without my kitchen man |
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| 2:56 |
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Once I lived the life of a millionaire Spending my money, I didn't care I carried my friends out for a good time Bying bootleg liquor, champagne and wineThen I began to fall so low I didn't have a friend, and no place to go So if I ever get my hand on a dollar again I'm gonna hold on to it till them eagle's greenNobody knows you when you down and out In my pocket not one penny And my friends I haven't any But If I ever get on my feet again Then I'll meet my long lost friend It's mighty strange, without a doubt Nobody knows you when you down and out I mean when you down and outMmmmmmmm.... when you're down and out Mmmmmmmm... not one penny And my friends I haven't any Mmmmmmmm... Well I felt so low Nobody wants me round their door Mmmmmmmm... Without a doubt, No man can use you wen you down and out I mean when you down and out |
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| 2:54 |
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| 3:11 |
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| 3:07 |
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Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face Babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass Black Mountain people are bad as they can be Black Mountain people are bad as they can be They uses gunpowder just to sweeten their tea Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail If the jury finds him guilty, the judge'll throw they bail Had a man in Black Mountain, sweetest man in town Had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town He met a city gal, and he throwed me down I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and gun I'm gonna shoot him if he stands still, and cut him if he runs Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight The bullet'll get you, if you start dodgin' too late Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze I'm out here for trouble, I've got the Black Mountain blues Note: I'm unsure of the underlined/blank lyrics-- any idea? to provide money for someone's bail is to "throw" their (they) bail. |
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| 3:19 |
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Captain, tell your men to get on board I sure see 'em just pull into another shoreI'm dreary in mind and I'm so worried in heart Oh the best of friends sho' has got to partBlow your whistle captain, so your men'll know what to do Blow your whistle captain, so your men'll know what to do When a woman gets dreary ain't no tellin' what she won't doIt's cloudy outdoors as can be Oh it's cloudy as can be That's the time I need my good man with meIt's rainin' and it's stromin' on the sea It's rainin', it's stormin' on the sea I feel like somebody has shipwrecked poor me |
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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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| 3:23 |
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| 3:28 |
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"Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the highbrows get together its just so right They all congregate at an all night hop And what they do is Oo Bop Bee Dap Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town Gets full of coin and starts breaking 'em down And at the break of day You can hear ol' Hannah say 'Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me again. I don't care. I feel just like I wanna clown. Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down! He's gotta rhyme, yeah! When he stomps his feet. He sends me right off to sleep. Check all your razors and your guns. We gonna be arrested when the wagon comes. I wanna pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me cause I don't care. Blame me cause I don't care. Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer. Send me again, I don't care. I feel just like I wanna clown. Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down. He's got rhyme, Yeah, when he stomps his feet. He sends me right off to sleep. Check all your razors and your guns. Do the Shim-Sham Shimmy 'til the rising sun. Give me a reaper and a gang of gin. Play me cause I'm in my sin. Blame me cause I'm full of gin.'" |
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| 2:35 |
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You're my man, you're so nice and brown
Sweetest man in this town I heard you say you was goin' away And leave me here to stay I feel like I could cry And here's the reason why Daddy, you really know your stuff When you take me for a buggy ride I like you when you got your habits on You can shift your gear with so much pride I gets a funny feelin' When you gaze into my eyes You give me so much thrill You make my thermometer rise I'm happy when you're by my side When you take me for a buggy ride Daddy, you're as sweet as you can be When you take me for a buggy ride When you set me down up on your knee And ask me to be your bride When you hug and kiss me It makes me feel fine I gets this funny feelin' Up and down my spine You don't need no teachin', you don't need no guide When you take me for a buggy ride Your lovin' ain't so forte in the park But you a lovin', poor creature in the dark You ain't so hot, what can it be That makes me say? "Daddy, take all of me" You always ready every time that I call What I like about you, you never stall You ain't no preacher, you a good old soul You done sent salvation to my very soul I can't kick but I'm satisfied When you take me for a buggy ride |
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| 3:09 |
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My man's got somethin', he gives me such a thrill
Every time he smiles at me, I can't keep my body still I done cried so much, look like I've got the mumps I can't keep from worryin', 'cause I'm down in the dumps I had a nightmare last night, when I laid down When I woke up this mornin', my sweet man couldn't be found I'm goin' down to the river, into it I'm goin' to jump Can't keep from worryin', 'cause I'm down in the dumps Someone knocked on my door, last night when I was asleep I thought it was that sweet man of mine, makin' his 'fore day creep Wasn't nothin' but my landlord, a great big chump Stay away from my door, Mr. Landlord, 'cause I'm down in the dumps When I woke up, my pillow was wet with tears Just one day from that man of mine Seems like a thousand years But I'm gonna straighten up, straighter than Andy Gump Ain't no use of me tellin' that lie, 'cause I'm down in the dumps I'm twenty-five years old, that ain't no old maid I got plenty of vim and vitality, I'm sure that I can make the grade I'm always like a tiger, I'm ready to jump I need a whole lots of lovin', 'cause I'm down in the dumps |
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