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from Bessie Smith - Woman`S Trouble Blues (2001)
Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave You gotta give me some, yes give me some Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me someSaid mister Jones to old butcher Pete, I want a piece of your good old meat You gotta give me some, oh give me some I crave your round steak, you gotta give me someSweet as candy in a candy shop Is just your sweet sweet lollypop You gotta give me some, please give me some I love all day suckers, you gotta give me someTo the milkman I heard Mary scream Said she wanted a lots of cream You gotta give me some, oh give me some Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me someHear my cryin' on my bended knees If you wanna put my soul at ease You gotta give me some, please give me some Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me someSeeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump Said I'm going crazy about your hump You've got to give me some, please give me some I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me someJaybird said to the peckerwood, I like to peck like a pecker should But give me some, yes give me some I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave You gotta give me some, yes give me some Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me someSaid mister Jones to old butcher Pete, I want a piece of your good old meat You gotta give me some, oh give me some I crave your round steak, you gotta give me someSweet as candy in a candy shop Is just your sweet sweet lollypop You gotta give me some, please give me some I love all day suckers, you gotta give me someTo the milkman I heard Mary scream Said she wanted a lots of cream You gotta give me some, oh give me some Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me someHear my cryin' on my bended knees If you wanna put my soul at ease You gotta give me some, please give me some Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me someSeeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump Said I'm going crazy about your hump You've got to give me some, please give me some I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me someJaybird said to the peckerwood, I like to peck like a pecker should But give me some, yes give me some I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some |
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from Bessie Smith - Bessie Sings the Jazz (2009)
Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'll be your slave You gotta give me some, yes give me some Can't you hear me pleading, you gotta give me someSaid mister Jones to old butcher Pete, I want a piece of your good old meat You gotta give me some, oh give me some I crave your round steak, you gotta give me someSweet as candy in a candy shop Is just your sweet sweet lollypop You gotta give me some, please give me some I love all day suckers, you gotta give me someTo the milkman I heard Mary scream Said she wanted a lots of cream You gotta give me some, oh give me some Catch it when you come sir, you gotta give me someHear my cryin' on my bended knees If you wanna put my soul at ease You gotta give me some, please give me some Can't stand it any longer, you gotta give me someSeeper called to Pele-Mele, sugar lump Said I'm going crazy about your hump You've got to give me some, please give me some I can't wait eight days, you gotta give me someJaybird said to the peckerwood, I like to peck like a pecker should But give me some, yes give me some I'm crazy about them worms, you've gotta give me some |
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from Bessie Smith - Chattanooga Gal (2006)
Ever since Miss Susie Johnson
Lost her jockey Lee There has been much excitement And more to be You can hear her moanin? Moanin? night and morn She's wonderin' where her Easy rider's gone Cablegrams goes off in inquiry Telegrams goes off in sympathy Letters came from down in Bam Everywhere that Uncle Sam Is the ruler of delivery All day the phone rings, it's not for me At last good tidings fills my heart with glee This message came from Tennessee Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today On a southbound rattler beside the Pullman car I seen him there and he was on the hog Oh, you easy rider's got to stay away She had to vamp it but the hike ain't far He's gone where the Southern cross the Yellow Dog |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
Papa, papa, you in a good man's way
Papa, papa, you in a good man's way I can find one better than you any time of day You ain't no good so you better haul your freight You ain't no good, you better haul your freight Mama wants the live wire, papa, you can take the gate I'm a red hot woman just full of flamin' youth I'm a red hot woman just full of flamin' youth You can't cool me, daddy, you no good, that's the truth All my time I wasted havin' you to bother me All my time I wasted havin' you to bother me You give me the willingness, now I'm glad I'm free I'm one woman, don't want no, no good man Yes, I'm one woman, don't want no, no good man You just like a worn out badly be neglected thing Yo, you've done failed, all your pep done gone Yo, you've done failed, all your pep done gone Pick up that suitcase, man, and travel on |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
Tillie Brown was a dancing fool?
Spent her time in a dancing school? When the band would play Tillie would start right in to sway First one out on the ballroom floor? She never got enough, she just craved for more? When she start to sway? All the girls and boys would say? Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance You've got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down? Whoa, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake? When you shake? What to break Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time? There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance? Look out there, Tillie, you got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down?Whoa, Tillie, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake?When you shake What to break? Whoa, Tillie, take your time |
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from Bessie Smith - Chicago Bound Blues (2005)
Tillie Brown was a dancing fool?
Spent her time in a dancing school? When the band would play Tillie would start right in to sway First one out on the ballroom floor? She never got enough, she just craved for more? When she start to sway? All the girls and boys would say? Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance You've got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down? Whoa, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake? When you shake? What to break Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time? There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance? Look out there, Tillie, you got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down?Whoa, Tillie, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake?When you shake What to break? Whoa, Tillie, take your time |
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from Bessie Smith - Chattanooga Gal (2006)
Tillie Brown was a dancing fool?
Spent her time in a dancing school? When the band would play Tillie would start right in to sway First one out on the ballroom floor? She never got enough, she just craved for more? When she start to sway? All the girls and boys would say? Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance You've got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down? Whoa, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake? When you shake? What to break Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time Whoa, Tillie, take your time? There ain't no use to hurrying 'cause you wanna prance? Look out there, Tillie, you got all night to do that dance Whoa, Tillie, lay 'em down?Whoa, Tillie, Tillie Brown? You don't know what to shake?When you shake What to break? Whoa, Tillie, take your time |
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.3 (1999)
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind?
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Thinking about someone who has treated you so nice and kind. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. Got the blues so bad tell that man of mine I wanna be. Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Have you got the nerve to drive me from your door? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? The good book said you got to reap what you sow. Take me back baby, try me one more time. Take me back baby, try me one more time. That's the only way I can get these thinking blues off my mind. |
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from Bessie Smith - Chattanooga Gal (2006)
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind?
Did you ever sit thinking with a thousand things on your mind? Thinking about someone who has treated you so nice and kind. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. You'll get an old letter and you begin to read. Got the blues so bad tell that man of mine I wanna be. Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Don't you hear me baby, knocking on your door? Have you got the nerve to drive me from your door? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? Have you got the nerve to say that you don't want me no more? The good book said you got to reap what you sow. Take me back baby, try me one more time. Take me back baby, try me one more time. That's the only way I can get these thinking blues off my mind. |
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.3 (1999) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.5/ The Final Chapter (2000) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues (2006) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - Chicago Bound Blues (2005) | |||||
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.3 (1999) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.5/ The Final Chapter (2000)
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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from Bessie Smith - Chattanooga Gal (2006)
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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from The Beauty of The Blues (1996)
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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| from Bessie Smith - Bessie Sings the Jazz (2009) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996)
Standin' in the rain and ain't a drop fell on me
Standin' in the rain and ain't a drop fell on me My clothes is all wet but my flesh is as dry as can be It can rain all day, I ain't got no place to go It can rain all day, I ain't got no place to go Because it's cold outside in that ice and snow If it rains five days that won't give me no blues If it rains five days that won't give me no blues I've got my raincoat and hat, umbrella, boots and shoes Rain, rain, rain don't rain on me all day Rain, rain, rain don't rain on me all day 'Cause if I get too wet, I've got to go into the house and stay |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
Standin' in the rain and ain't a drop fell on me
Standin' in the rain and ain't a drop fell on me My clothes is all wet but my flesh is as dry as can be It can rain all day, I ain't got no place to go It can rain all day, I ain't got no place to go Because it's cold outside in that ice and snow If it rains five days that won't give me no blues If it rains five days that won't give me no blues I've got my raincoat and hat, umbrella, boots and shoes Rain, rain, rain don't rain on me all day Rain, rain, rain don't rain on me all day 'Cause if I get too wet, I've got to go into the house and stay |
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| from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Legends Of The Blues: Volume 1 (1990)
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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from The Beauty of The Blues (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997)
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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from Bessie Smith - Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues (2006)
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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from Bessie Smith - Chattanooga Gal (2006)
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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from Harlem Jazz (2009)
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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