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from Bessie Smith - Sings The Blues (1996) | |||||
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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)
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)
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)
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 Angel Heart (엔젤하트) by Trevor Jones [ost] (1987) | |||||
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3:29 | ||||
from Jacinta - Laurent Filipe Presents A Tribute To Bessie Smith [tribute] (2006) | |||||
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4:04 | ||||
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from Jacinta - Laurent Filipe Presents A Tribute To Bessie Smith [tribute] (2006) | |||||
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from Jacinta - Laurent Filipe Presents A Tribute To Bessie Smith [tribute] (2006) | |||||
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4:08 | ||||
from Jacinta - Laurent Filipe Presents A Tribute To Bessie Smith [tribute] (2006) | |||||
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3:07 | ||||
from Jacinta - Laurent Filipe Presents A Tribute To Bessie Smith [tribute] (2006) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007)
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 - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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2:54 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - Itinerary Of A Genius (2007) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
Gee, but it's hard to love someone
When that someone don't love you I'm so disgusted, heartbroken, too I've got those down hearted blues Once I was crazy 'bout a man He mistreated me all the time The next man I get has got To promise to be mine, all mine Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days Trouble, trouble, I've had it all my days It seems that trouble's going to follow me to my grave I ain't never loved but three men in my life I ain't never loved but three men in my life My Father, my brother and the man that wrecked my life It may be a week, it may be a month or two It may be a week, it may be a month or two But the day you quit me honey, it's coming home to you I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I got the world in a jug, the stopper's in my hand I'm going to hold it until you didn't come under my command |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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2:56 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:05 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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2:56 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:27 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:06 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:11 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:35 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:31 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:13 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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2:47 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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2:43 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:29 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:00 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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2:53 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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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 - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
I've got a lovesick tale to tell to you?
Though it ain't no affair of mine It's 'bout a gal named Sue and a boy named Lou? They were fighting all the time Sue came home one afternoon And found an empty dining room? Without a word her turtledove had flown She began to moan? My sweetie went away but he didn't say where? He didn't say when, he didn't say why? Oh, bid me goodbye? I'm blue as I can be?I know he loved another one but he didn't say who He didn't say when, he didn't say what? His mama has got? That took my sweetie from me I'm like a little lost sheep? And I can't sleep But I keep trying to forget? My trifling papa has left his mama all alone, I groan? My sweetie went away but he didn't say where He didn't say when, he didn't say why I know I'll die? Why don't he hurry home |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
My man ain't acting right, he stays out late at night?
And still he says he loves no one but me? But if I find that gal, that tries to steal my pal I'll get her told, just you wait and see?I feel blue, I don't know what to do Every woman in my fix is bound to feel blue too, 'cause?I love my man better than I love myself Lord, I love my man better than I love myself And if he don't have me, he won't have nobody else? My man's got teeth like a lighthouse on the sea? My man's got teeth like a lighthouse on the sea? And ev'rytime he smiles he throws them lights on me His voice sounds like chimes, I mean the organ kind His voice sounds like chimes, I mean the organ kind And ev'rytime he speaks his music ease my troubling mind |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
Late last night, I sold away and cried
Late last night, I sold away and cried Had the blues for Chicago, I just can't be satisfied Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk I was followin' my daddy but my feet refuses to walk Mean old fireman, cruel old engineer Lord mean old fireman, cruel old engineer You took my man and left his mama standing here Big red headline, tomorrow Defender news Big red headline, tomorrow Defender news "Woman dead down home, these old Chicago blues" I said blues |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:29 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
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 - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
Some folks the're always crying
Crying their mean old blues Not Me, you never even see me frown. Some folks just walk around tryin' Tryin' hard love to loose, But I felt let it come the better let it burn I'm the happiest gal in the town Easy come easy go Nothing ever worries me, Care for none, eyes of stone Don't know misery. If my man be trouble, Or if he don't I'll get someone to love me anytime you want Easy come easy go Right from my head to my shoes Don't wanna be no skinny vamp or nothing like that Daddy always knows just where his sweet Mama's at I'm overflowin' with those easy come, easy go blues. He'll swallows me up, when he's lovin; hear what I've said Believe me I go out to lick him 'most everyday I'm overflowin' with those easy come, easy go blues. |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
If you catch me stealin', I don't mean no harm
If you catch me stealin', I don't mean no harm It's a mark in my family and it must be carryin' on I got nineteen men and won't want more I got nineteen men and won't want more If I had one more I'd let that nineteen go It's hard to love another woman's man It's hard to love another woman's man You catch him when you want him, you got to catch him when you can Have you ever seen a peaches grow on sweet potato vine?? Have you ever seen a peaches grow on sweet potato vine ?? Just step in my backyard and take a peep at mine I'm gonna tell you, daddy, like Solomon ?told the Jew I'm gonna tell you, daddy, like Solomon told the Jew If you don't like-ee me, I sure don't like-ee you |
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:18 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000)
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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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.1 (2000) | |||||
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3:31 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:22 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:11 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:05 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:27 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:35 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:09 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:17 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:03 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:16 | ||||
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) | |||||
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3:05 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:13 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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2:57 | ||||
from Bessie Smith - The Complete Recordings Vol.2 (1997) | |||||
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3:10 | ||||
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. |