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I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow" When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |
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I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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I've been to the Indian nation, and I've been to the territo'
I've been to the nation, I've been to the territo' And I'm a hard luck child, catch the devil everywhere I go... You work out... long old lonesome road You work out... Holler, long old lonesome road I'm got to leave from here Gotta catch the first train that blows She used to be mine, but look who got her now She used to be mine, but look who got her now And he sure can't keep her She don't mean him no good no now Now I b'lieve to my soul, my mama's bad-luck child I b'lieve to my soul, my mama bad-luck child And if I wouldn't... women would run me wild |
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Hard times is here and everywhere you go
Times are harder than they ever been before Um, hm-hm Um-hm Um, hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm You know that people they are drifting from door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Um, hm-hm Um-uh-hm Mm-hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm People, if I ever can get up Off of this old hard killing floor Lord, I'll never get down this low no more Um, hm-hm-hm Hm, um-hm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Well, you hear me singing this old lonesome song People, you know these hard times can't last us so long Hm, hm-hm Hmm, hmm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm You know, you'll say you had money you better be sure But these hard times gonna kill you just drive a lonely soul Um, hm-hm Umm, hmm Umm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm (guitar) Umm-hm Hmm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hm-hm-hm Hmm, hm-hm-hm (guitar to end) |
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Let Jesus lead you, let Jesus lead you
Let Jesus lead you all the way All the way from up to heaven Let Jesus lead you all the way He's a mighty good leader, he's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader all the way All the way from up to heaven He's a mighty good leader all the way He led my mother, he led my mother He led my mother all the way All the way from up to heaven He led my mother all the way |
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Skip James Drunken Spree early version
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" The last good word I heard my mother say Sonny come hold my hand/head Oh me, oh my never let a dollar by I pawned my watch an' I pawned my chain I pawned my gold diamond ring If that don't settle my drunken spree Lord I'll never drink no more You had me ??darn?? my ??? ??? An' all my dirty clothes It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die |
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| 2:51 |
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Note: hyphen= word/words unsung
Eee, an I'm so glad Yes sir, I'm glad Until I just don't know What to do An I am tired a-weeping I'm so tired a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so - Yes, I am mighty glad Until I just don't know what - Would you be my little darlin'? Would you be my dear? Would you be my darlin' Be my dear? Then I would be mighty - I would be mighty glad Then I just wouldn't know What to do When I say, 'Coo-coo-coo' Just like a little baby, do I would love to have A lovely kiss from you Then I would be mighty - Then I would be so - Until I just wouldn't know - You know, I'm tired a-weeping I'm so tired of a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so glad Yes, I'm so glad Until I just don't know What to do-ooo-woo-ooo-ooo. ~ |
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| 3:04 |
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Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5
Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano Album: Blues From The Delta From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966 Vanguard Records CD 96517-2 1998 I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care (guitar) I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come (guitar) I got up off-a my pallet I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread (guitar) You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care. (guitar to end) ~ |
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Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? You've got my 22-20 Layin' up across my breast Oh, if I send for my baby An she act a fool An she don't never come If I send for my baby She act a fool An she don't never come All the doctors in New York City I declare, they can't help her none You know, sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna do Sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna - But I get my 22-20 I cut that woman half in two Oh, your.38 Special Buddy, it's most too light Your .38 Special Buddy, it's most too light But my 22-20 Will make ev'rything, alright Ah-or, your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well Your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well But my .22-20 I declare you, it's a-burnin' hell I was stranded on the highway-hi With my 22-20 in my - I was standin' on the highway With my 22-20 in my - They got me 'cussed for murder I declare, I never have harmed a man Lord, oh I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right arm I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right - I'm gon' raise me some sand And back down the road, I declare. ~ |
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