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from Angel Heart (엔젤하트) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1987) | |||||
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from The Jazz Masters - 27 Classic Performances From The Columbia Masterpieces Series (1989)
"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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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 Gospel Tradition: The Roots And The Branches Volume 1 (1991) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996)
How come I'm blue as can be, how come I need sympathy
I know what's troubling me, listen and you'll see? Because the good man that I got, left me all alone Woke up this morning at four, when I heard him slamming my door Did you ever wake up on a frosty morning and discover your good man gone Did you ever wake up on a frosty morning and discover your good man gone If you did you'll understand, why I'm singing sad moanful songs Well, he didn't provide and he wasn't handsome, so he might not appeal to you? Well, he didn't provide and he wasn't handsome, so he might not appeal to you But he gave me plenty loving and I never had to beg him too? Now my damper is down and my fire ain't burning and a chill's all around my bed My damper is down and my fire ain't burning and a chill's all around my bed? When you lose the man you love, then a gal is just as good as dead |
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996)
Don't bring no ghosts in the front, hurry 'em round to the backdoor!?
This house is so haunted with dead men I can't lose? This house is so haunted with dead men I can't lose And a sneaky old feeling gives me those haunted house blues I can't sleep no more, I done lost my appetite I can't sleep no more, done lost my appetite 'Cause my mistreating daddy hangs around me day and night? He moans when I'm sleeping, he wakes me at 2 a.m.? He moans when I'm sleeping, he wakes me at 2 a.m.? And he makes me swear I'll have no other man but him? Now I'm so worried and I'm blue all the time? Now I'm so worried and I'm blue all the time? Go tell the undertaker to fix that old coffin of mine Lord, help us to get right! I'm scared to stay here, I'm scared to leave this town I'm scared to stay here, I'm scared to leave this town? But a feeling just tells me to burn this house on down? Tear this house on down |
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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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 - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
It's a long, long lane that has no turning
And it's a fire that always keeps on burning Mister devil down below Pitchfork in his hand And that's where you are going to go Do you understand? Devil's gonna git you Devil's gonna git you Oh, the devil's gonna git you Man, just as sure as you's bornDevil's gonna git you, Devil's gonna git you, Oh, the devil's gonna git you, The way you're carryin' onYou go away, stay for weeks On your doggone spree Come back home, get in my bed And turn your back on me Oh the devil's gonna git you I mean the devil's gonna git you Man the devil' sgonna git you Sure as you's bornDirty two-timer, dirty two-timer, Dirty two-timer, you ain't coming cleanOh the devil's gonna git you I mean the devil's gonna git you Oh the devil's gonna git you You know what I meanI don't want no two-time stuff From my regular man Don't want nothing that's been used 'Cause it's second-hand The devil's gonna git you Oh the devil's gonna git you Man the devil's gonna git you Sure as you're born to die |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
Verse 1
I woke up this morning with awful aching head (Repeat) My new man had left me Just a room and an empty bed Bought me a coffee grinder, Got the best one I could find (Repeat) So he could grind my coffee Cause he had a brand new grind Verse 2 He's a deep-sea diver, With a stroke that can't go wrong (Repeat) He can touch the bottom, And his wind holds out so long He knows how to thrill me And he thrills me night and day Oh' (Repeat) He's got a new way of loving, Almost takes my breath away Verse 3 Oh, he's got that sweet something And I told my girlfriend Lou (Repeat) But the way she's ravin' She must have gone and tried it too When my bed get empty Make me feel awful mean and blue (Repeat) My springs are getting' rusty Sleepin' single like I do Verse 4 Bought him a blanket Pillow for his head at night (Repeat) And I bought him a mattress So he could lay just right He came home one evening With his spirit way up high (Repeat) What he had to give me Made me ring my hands and cry Verse 5 He give me a lesson That I never had before (Repeat) When he got through teachin' me From my elbow down was sore He boiled my first cabbage And he made it awful hot (Repeat) When he put in the bacon It overflowed the pot Verse 6 When you get good lovin' Never go and spread the news It'll build up to cross you And leave you with them empty bed blues |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
I woke up this morning with a awful aching head My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bedBought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find Bought me a coffee grinder that's the best one I could find Oh he could grind my coffee, cause he had a brand new grindHe's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong He's a deep sea diver with a stroke that can't go wrong He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so longHe knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day Oh he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day He's got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath awayLord he's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou He's got that sweet somethin' and I told my girlfriend Lou From the way she's raving, she must have gone and tried it too When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I doBought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just rightHe came home one evening with his beret way up high He came home one evening with his beret way up high What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cryHe give me a lesson that I never had before He give me a lesson that I never had before When he got to teachin' me, from my elbow down was soreHe poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot He poured my first cabbage and he made it awful hot When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot - |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
If your man is nice and sweet
Serving you lots of young pigmeat Oh yes, keep it to yourselfIf you know you are standing fast Got him worried where you at Oh yes, keep it to yourselfHe don't fall for no one He don't call for no one He don't give nobody none of his L.O.V.E. Cause it's yoursIf your man is full of action Givin' you lots of satisfaction Oh yes, keep it to yourselfIf you gotta have a kiss and a sweet Makes me week way down in my knees Oh yes, keep it to yourselfIf he tries to treat you right Give him lovin' every night Oh yes, keep it to yourselfHe don't fall for no one He don't call for no one He don't give nobody none of his L.O.V.E. Cause it's yoursWith your man you got the best go Don't broadcast it on nobody's radio! Oh yes, keep it to yourself. |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
"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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
Mister Rich Man, Rich Man
Open up your heart and mind Mister Rich Man, Rich Man Open up your heart and mind Give the poor man a chance Help stop these hard, hard time While you livin' in your mansion You don't know what hard time means While you livin' in your mansion You don't know what hard time means Oh, workin' man's wife is starvin' Your wife is livin' like a queen Please, listen to my pleadin' 'Cause I can't stand these hard time long Oh, listen to my pleadin' Can't stand these hard time long They'll make an honest man do things That you know is wrong All man fought all the battles All man would fight again today All man fought all the battles All man would fight again today He would do anything you ask him In the name of the U.S.A Now the war is over All man must live the same as you Now the war is over All man must live the same as you If it wasn't for the poor man Mister Rich Man what would you do? |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
I had a man for fifteen years
Give him his room and board Once he was like a Cadillac Now he's like an old worn out Ford He never brought me a lousy dime And put it in my hand So there'll be some changes from now on According to my planHe's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out there If he must steal it, beg it, or borrow it somewhere Long as he gets it, I don't care I'm tired of fryin' pork chops To grease his fat lips And he has to find another place For to park his old hips He must get it, and bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out thereThe bee gets the honey, and brings it to the corn Else he's kicked out of his home sweet home To show you that they brings it, watch the dog and the cat Everything even brings it, from a mule to a mare The rooster gets the worm, and brings it to the hen That oughta be a tip to all you no-good men The groundhog even brings it and puts it in his hole So my man has got to bring it, doggone his soulHe's got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else he's gonna keep it out there If he must steal it, beg it, or borr' it somewhere Long as he gets it child, I don't care I'm gonna tell him like the Chinaman: when you don't bring 'em check You don't get 'em laundry, if you break 'em down neck You got to get it, bring it, and put it right here Or else you gonna keep it out there |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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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.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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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.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.4 (1996) | |||||
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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 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 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 - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997)
Love, oh love, oh careless love
You've fly through my head like wine You've wrecked the life of a many poor girl And you nearly spoiled this life of mine Love, oh love, oh careless love In your clutches of desire You've made me break a many true vow Then you set my very soul on fire Love, oh love, oh careless love All my happiness bereft You've filled my heart with weary old blues Now I'm walkin', talkin' to myself Love, oh love, oh careless love Trusted you now, it's too late You've made me throw my old friend down That's why I sing this song of hate Love, oh love, oh careless love Night and day, I weep and moan You brought the wrong man into this life of mine For my sins, till judgment I'll atone |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997)
Stop rollin' them bones & listen to me;
I had a gamblin' man he's hard to understand he just give me worries and goin' around he was scheming to his dice couldn't give him no advice he followed the deal on down he was a gambler i mean he was a gambler and he'd always lay his money down if he win or if he lose he would never sing the blues he followed the deal on down he took sick the other day and his bills i had to pay none of his good friends could be found not a penny to his name of course he's not to blame lord, he followed the deal on down he was a gambler yes he was a gambler and he would always go from town to town gamblin' life he'd crave it lays a poor boy in his grave he followed the deal on down |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997)
I done pack my belong
Gonna leave my woes Goin' to a better place With a smile upon my face When that steam boat blows And that Gulf stream flows You'll hear me say goodbye Because there's a reason why The Gulf of Mexico Flows in to the Mobile Bay The Gulf of Mexico Flows in to the Mobile Bay I'm gonna let that cool stream of water Flow over my head someday Tell me mister mailman What is on your mind? Tell me mister mailman What is on your mind? If you pass my door So glad you obliged My eyes are brown My teeth are pearly white My eyes are brown My teeth are pearly white Because my skin is dark Don't mean my heart ain't right |
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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 - The Complete Recordings Vol.3 (1999)
When it rained five days and the sky turned dark as night (2x)
Then trouble's taking place in the lowlands tonight. I woke up this morning, can't even get out of my door (2x) That's enough trouble to make a poor girl wonder where she want to go. They rowed a little boat about five miles across the farm (2x) I packed all of my clothes, throwed them in, and they rowed me along. When it thundered and lighteninged and the wind began to blow (2x) There's thousands of people ain't got no place to go. And I went and stood up on some high old lonesome hill (2x) And looked down on the house where I used to live. Back Water Blues done calls me to pack my things and go (2x) Cause my house fell down, and I can't live there no more. Mmm, I can't move no more (2x) There ain't no place for a poor old girl to go. |
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