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from Martin Scorsese Presents The Blues : The Soul Of A Man [ost] (2004)
Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high
Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You got to die, you got to... And I wanna buy me a pistol, wants me forty rounds of ball Shoot Crow Jane, just to see her fall She got to fall, she got to... She got to fall, she got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head so high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... And I dug her grave with s silver spade Ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane place You can't take her place no, you can't take her... You know, I dug her grave eight feet in the ground I didn't feel sorry until they let her down They had to let her down, let her...they had to let her down... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You know, I let her down with a golden chain And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name Crow Jane, Crow... Crow Jane, Crow... You know I never missed my water till my well went dry Didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died Till the day she... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...you got to die, you got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... |
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from Ghost World (판타스틱 소녀백서) by David Kitay [ost] (2001)
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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from O Brother, Where Are Thou? (오 형제여, 어디에 있는가?) [ost] (2000)
Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before And the people are driftin' from door to door Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go Hear me tell you people, just before I go These hard times will kill you just dry long so Well, you hear me singin' my lonesome song These hard times can last us so very long If I ever get off this killin' floor I'll never get down this low no more No-no, no-no, I'll never get down this low no more And you say you had money, you better be sure 'Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more Sing this song and I ain't gonna sing no more These hard times will drive you from door to door |
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from Skip James - Today (2001)
Crow Janie, Crow Janie, Crow Jane, don't you hold you head high
Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You got to die, you got to... And I wanna buy me a pistol, wants me forty rounds of ball Shoot Crow Jane, just to see her fall She got to fall, she got to... She got to fall, she got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head so high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... And I dug her grave with s silver spade Ain't nobody gonna take my Crow Jane place You can't take her place no, you can't take her... You know, I dug her grave eight feet in the ground I didn't feel sorry until they let her down They had to let her down, let her...they had to let her down... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... You know, I let her down with a golden chain And every link I would call my Crow Jane's name Crow Jane, Crow... Crow Jane, Crow... You know I never missed my water till my well went dry Didn't miss Crow Jane until the day she died Till the day she... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and...you got to die, you got to... That's the reason I begged Crow Jane not to hold her head too high Someday, baby, you know you got to die You got to lay down and... |
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from Skip James - Today (2001)
Yes, I was a good man
But I'm's a po' man You understand In the hospital, now In Washington D.C. Ain't got nobody To see about me But I'm's a good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand All the doctors And nurses, too They came and they asked me 'Who in the world are you?' I says, I'm the good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand The doctors and nurses They shakin' their head Said, 'Take this po' man And put him to bed' Because he's a good man We know he's a po' man We can understand I didn't go hungry I had a-plenty to eat I had good treatment And a place to sleep Because I was a good man They knew I was a po' man They could understand I met a little damsel She promised me That she would love me And always be sweet She found out I was a po' man And I thought I was a good man She couldn't understand, no Now, when she left me She got in the do' She waved me, good-bye I haven't seen her no mo' She found out I was a good man She knew I was a po' man She couldn't understand The doctors and nurses They shakin' my hand Say, 'You can go home now, Skip You's a sound, well man' Because you's a good man You's a po' man We can understand I'd thankin' my doctor And I was shakin' his hand I'm gon' play these, 'Hospital Blues' 'Till you's a wealthy man' You took me as a good man You know'd I was a po' man You could understand You know'd I was a good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand! |
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from Skip James - Today (2001)
Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5
Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano Album: Blues From The Delta From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966 Vanguard Records CD 96517-2 1998 I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care (guitar) I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come (guitar) I got up off-a my pallet I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread (guitar) You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care. (guitar to end) ~ |
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from Skip James - Today (2001)
Skip James Drunken Spree early version
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" The last good word I heard my mother say Sonny come hold my hand/head Oh me, oh my never let a dollar by I pawned my watch an' I pawned my chain I pawned my gold diamond ring If that don't settle my drunken spree Lord I'll never drink no more You had me ??darn?? my ??? ??? An' all my dirty clothes It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die |
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from Skip James - Today (2001)
I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow" When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
Note: hyphen = unsung words
Hi-hi Hi-hi-hi-i Hi-hi-hi-i Hi-hi-hi-hi-i Got to lay down and die If you should see my heifer Will you please, please, please, please Drive her home? If you see my heifer Will you please, please, please Drive her home? 'Cause I've had no milk an butter Since my calf been born Lord, I wring me hand An I declare, I just wanted to scream I wring my hand An I 'clare, I wanted to scream But when I woke up I was glad That it was all a dream I am stealin', I am stealin' I'm stealin', please don't you tell on me I am stealin', I am stealin' An please don't you tell on me I'm stealin' from my reg'lar Back to my old used to be Lord, I walked the levee I done walked it from end to end You all, walked the levee And I walked it from end to - An I was just tryin' to find My little cow, again Lord, I hollered, 'Ho-ho-hey' Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi Hollered, hi-hi-hi Hi-hi-hi, hi-hi You know ev'ry little cow and calf They got to lay down an die. (piano to end) ~ |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
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Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? You've got my 22-20 Layin' up across my breast Oh, if I send for my baby An she act a fool An she don't never come If I send for my baby She act a fool An she don't never come All the doctors in New York City I declare, they can't help her none You know, sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna do Sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna - But I get my 22-20 I cut that woman half in two Oh, your.38 Special Buddy, it's most too light Your .38 Special Buddy, it's most too light But my 22-20 Will make ev'rything, alright Ah-or, your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well Your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well But my .22-20 I declare you, it's a-burnin' hell I was stranded on the highway-hi With my 22-20 in my - I was standin' on the highway With my 22-20 in my - They got me 'cussed for murder I declare, I never have harmed a man Lord, oh I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right arm I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right - I'm gon' raise me some sand And back down the road, I declare. ~ |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
I would rather, be a little catfish
So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have somebody, somebody Settin' out hooks for me Settin' out a hook for me A hook for You know I went To my baby's house She told me to sit down On her step 'Sir, you can come right on in Because my Husband just now left He just now left He just now An I, asked my baby To let me sit down 'Side her bed Turn on yo' heater, baby 'Till it turn cherry red Cherry red Red an cherry red That's the reason I rather Be a little catfish So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have netted Some of these women Settin' out a line for me Settin' out their line for me A line for You know I went To the church house And they called on Me to pray-ay I got down on my knees But I didn't, no Have no word to say Not a word to say No word to say That's the reason I rather Be a little catfish So I could swim Way down in the sea-ee I would have somebody, somebody Settin' out a line for me Settin' out a line for me A line for I don't wanna Be no tadpole And I don't want ta be No bullfrog An if I can't be Be your catfish I won't swim at all No, I won't swim at all No, swim at That's the reason I want ta Be a little catfish So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have these goodlookin' women Settin' out a hook for me Settin' out a hook for me A hook for. |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
I wonder has anybody here
Seen my lovin' Lorenzo, today? I wonder has anybody here Seen my lovin' Lorenzo, today? You know, we had a nice time Christmas But she left me on New Year's Day Oh, you got to know her When you see her 'Cause she's so different From any other girl Oh, you've got to know her When you see her From any other girl Because she's made up Like a Coke-Cola bottle An she got a likeness It's outta this world, alright You know, she's stutters in her speech An she wiggle and she wobble When she walk She's stuttered in her speech An she wiggle an a-wobble When she walk Yes, an she got three gold teeth An she got deep dimples in her jaw, yeah I say, 'Hello, Lorenzo, Lorenzo How in the world come you treat me this-a-way?' I say, 'Lorenzo, Lorenzo How in the world come you treat me this-a-way?' Darling, you know that you was gonna leave me But you didn't tell me you was goin' to stay Now, if I can make a half a million I declare, I'm 'on give it all, to the hoodoo man I declare, if I can make a half a million I'm 'on give it all, to the hoodoo man Just after he promise me that he will Bring my lovin' Lorenzo, back home to me, again An I want her back ho-oh-ome, to me again. ~ |
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from Skip James - Devil Got My Woman (2001)
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Oh love, ooh love Oh, careless love Yes, oh love, oh love Oh, careless love Oh love oh, oh love Oh love, oh, careless - How can't you see What careless love, have done? And it have caused me to weep And to - It done caused me to weep And to moan It done caused me to weep An it caused me to moan You know that love done caused Me to leave my happy home Oh love'll lie Oh love, just Oh love, oh Oh, love'll die Ooh, love Oh love, oh careless - Now you can see me What a careless love have - My mother, she told me When I was a child My mother, told me When I was a child My mother, she told me She told me When I was a child 'These old, battleaxe women Son, gon' run you wild' Then I said, 'That's the reason' Oh careless love' Oh, love Oh love Oh, careless love Oh, love'll lie Oh love, oh love Oh careless - Yeah you, can't you see What it have done? Yes, my mama She used to kneel an pray Oh, my mama She used to kneel an she'd pray An I b'lieve I heard her say 'Oh Lord, will you see my child, today And you see what this careless love Done causin?' And you can just see, now What a careless love have done Now, you can just see What careless love have done An you now, you can s- You can You can just see What careless love have done An you know it done 'Caused me to do a lot of things wrong An that caused me to Leave my happy home. ~ |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killing Floor Blues (2003)
Layin' sick, honey, on my bed
I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed I'm layin' sick, honey, and on my bed I used to have some friends but they wish that I were dead In awful pain and deep in misery Awful pain and deep in misery Awful pain and deep in misery I ain't got nobody to come and see about me And every dog, baby, got a day And every dog, baby, got a day Every dog, baby, got a day But I said, ""Please, don't you treat me this-a way"" The doctor came, lookin' very sad The doctor came, lookin' very sad The doctor came, lookin' very sad He diagnosed my case and said it was awful bad He walked away, mumblin' very low He said, ""He may get better but he'll never get well no more I hollered, ""Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lordy, Lord Oh Lordy, Lord, Lord, Lord I been so badly misused and treated just like a dog"" I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride I've got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride I got a long trip and I'm just too weak to ride Now it's a thousand people standin' at my bedside You take a stone, you can bruise my bone You take stone and you can bruise my bone You take a stone and you can bruise my bone But you sure gonna miss me when I'm dead and gone I been on the ocean, I been across the sea Been on the ocean, I been across the sea Been on the ocean, I been across the sea I ain't found nobody would feel my sympathy |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killing Floor Blues (2003)
Yes, I was a good man
But I'm's a po' man You understand In the hospital, now In Washington D.C. Ain't got nobody To see about me But I'm's a good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand All the doctors And nurses, too They came and they asked me 'Who in the world are you?' I says, I'm the good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand The doctors and nurses They shakin' their head Said, 'Take this po' man And put him to bed' Because he's a good man We know he's a po' man We can understand I didn't go hungry I had a-plenty to eat I had good treatment And a place to sleep Because I was a good man They knew I was a po' man They could understand I met a little damsel She promised me That she would love me And always be sweet She found out I was a po' man And I thought I was a good man She couldn't understand, no Now, when she left me She got in the do' She waved me, good-bye I haven't seen her no mo' She found out I was a good man She knew I was a po' man She couldn't understand The doctors and nurses They shakin' my hand Say, 'You can go home now, Skip You's a sound, well man' Because you's a good man You's a po' man We can understand I'd thankin' my doctor And I was shakin' his hand I'm gon' play these, 'Hospital Blues' 'Till you's a wealthy man' You took me as a good man You know'd I was a po' man You could understand You know'd I was a good man But I'm's a po' man You can understand! |
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I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow" When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killing Floor Blues (2003)
I would rather, be a little catfish
So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have somebody, somebody Settin' out hooks for me Settin' out a hook for me A hook for You know I went To my baby's house She told me to sit down On her step 'Sir, you can come right on in Because my Husband just now left He just now left He just now An I, asked my baby To let me sit down 'Side her bed Turn on yo' heater, baby 'Till it turn cherry red Cherry red Red an cherry red That's the reason I rather Be a little catfish So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have netted Some of these women Settin' out a line for me Settin' out their line for me A line for You know I went To the church house And they called on Me to pray-ay I got down on my knees But I didn't, no Have no word to say Not a word to say No word to say That's the reason I rather Be a little catfish So I could swim Way down in the sea-ee I would have somebody, somebody Settin' out a line for me Settin' out a line for me A line for I don't wanna Be no tadpole And I don't want ta be No bullfrog An if I can't be Be your catfish I won't swim at all No, I won't swim at all No, swim at That's the reason I want ta Be a little catfish So I could swim way down In the sea-ee I would have these goodlookin' women Settin' out a hook for me Settin' out a hook for me A hook for. |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow" When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
Hard times is here and everywhere you go
Times are harder than they ever been before Um, hm-hm Um-hm Um, hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm You know that people they are drifting from door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Um, hm-hm Um-uh-hm Mm-hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm People, if I ever can get up Off of this old hard killing floor Lord, I'll never get down this low no more Um, hm-hm-hm Hm, um-hm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Well, you hear me singing this old lonesome song People, you know these hard times can't last us so long Hm, hm-hm Hmm, hmm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm You know, you'll say you had money you better be sure But these hard times gonna kill you just drive a lonely soul Um, hm-hm Umm, hmm Umm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm (guitar) Umm-hm Hmm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hm-hm-hm Hmm, hm-hm-hm (guitar to end) |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5
Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano Album: Blues From The Delta From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966 Vanguard Records CD 96517-2 1998 I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care (guitar) I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come (guitar) I got up off-a my pallet I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread (guitar) You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care. (guitar to end) ~ |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
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Eee, an I'm so glad Yes sir, I'm glad Until I just don't know What to do An I am tired a-weeping I'm so tired a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so - Yes, I am mighty glad Until I just don't know what - Would you be my little darlin'? Would you be my dear? Would you be my darlin' Be my dear? Then I would be mighty - I would be mighty glad Then I just wouldn't know What to do When I say, 'Coo-coo-coo' Just like a little baby, do I would love to have A lovely kiss from you Then I would be mighty - Then I would be so - Until I just wouldn't know - You know, I'm tired a-weeping I'm so tired of a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so glad Yes, I'm so glad Until I just don't know What to do-ooo-woo-ooo-ooo. ~ |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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from Skip James - Hard Time Killin' Floor (2005)
Note: hyphen=word unsung
Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? You've got my 22-20 Layin' up across my breast Oh, if I send for my baby An she act a fool An she don't never come If I send for my baby She act a fool An she don't never come All the doctors in New York City I declare, they can't help her none You know, sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna do Sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna - But I get my 22-20 I cut that woman half in two Oh, your.38 Special Buddy, it's most too light Your .38 Special Buddy, it's most too light But my 22-20 Will make ev'rything, alright Ah-or, your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well Your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well But my .22-20 I declare you, it's a-burnin' hell I was stranded on the highway-hi With my 22-20 in my - I was standin' on the highway With my 22-20 in my - They got me 'cussed for murder I declare, I never have harmed a man Lord, oh I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right arm I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right - I'm gon' raise me some sand And back down the road, I declare. ~ |
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Skip James Drunken Spree early version
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" The last good word I heard my mother say Sonny come hold my hand/head Oh me, oh my never let a dollar by I pawned my watch an' I pawned my chain I pawned my gold diamond ring If that don't settle my drunken spree Lord I'll never drink no more You had me ??darn?? my ??? ??? An' all my dirty clothes It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man1
I'd rather be the devil, to be that woman man Aw, nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind Was nothin' but the devil, changed my baby's mind I laid down last night, laid down last night I laid down last night, tried to take my rest My mind got to ramblin', like a wild geese From the west, from the west The woman I love, woman that I loved Woman I loved, took her from my best friend But he got lucky, stoled her back again And he got lucky, stoled her back again "... The devil was stronger than I was, an' he did have, and is got now, a certain amount of power... And he lives in hell, and that's where he haves his part. And God give him a certain amount of time to be on the earth, in the bowels, persuadin' people... He still have agencies out. Everywhere you've been. And then he's a man don't never sleep. he never get offa his job or duty, That is, you can lay down happy at night, you and your companion... and in harmony. Everything goin' well. Satan'll creep in the house overnight... next mornin' you cannot get a good word out of her. Why?. Because satan has got the bill of sale over her. He done crept in overnight |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove
I would rather be buried in some cypress grove To have some woman, Lord, that I can't control And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay And I'm goin' away now, I'm goin' away to stay That'll be all right, pretty mama, you gonna need my help someday And the sun goin' down, and you know what your promise means And the sun goin' down, you know what your promise means And what's the matter, baby, I can't see I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave I would rather be dead and six feet in my grave Than to be way up here, honey, treated this a-way And the old people told me, baby, but I never did know The old people told me, baby woman, but I never did know "The good book declare you got to reap just what you sow" When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold When your knee bone's achin' and your body cold Means you just gettin' ready, honey, for the cypress grove |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
I love my cherry ball better than I love myself
I loves cherry ball better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, she won't love nobody else Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way Cherry ball quit me, she quit me in a calm, good way But what to take to get her, I carries it every day I love my cherry, oh, better than I love myself My cherry ball, better than I love myself She get so she don't love me, love nobody else Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall Sure as that spider hangin' on the wall I advised that old cherry ball, "Keep fallin' on call" I'll catch the Southern if you take the Santa Fe I'll take the Southern and if you'll take the Santa Fe I'm gonna ride and ramble, tell cherry to come back to me |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
I've been to the Indian nation, and I've been to the territo'
I've been to the nation, I've been to the territo' And I'm a hard luck child, catch the devil everywhere I go... You work out... long old lonesome road You work out... Holler, long old lonesome road I'm got to leave from here Gotta catch the first train that blows She used to be mine, but look who got her now She used to be mine, but look who got her now And he sure can't keep her She don't mean him no good no now Now I b'lieve to my soul, my mama's bad-luck child I b'lieve to my soul, my mama bad-luck child And if I wouldn't... women would run me wild |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
Hard times is here and everywhere you go
Times are harder than they ever been before Um, hm-hm Um-hm Um, hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm You know that people they are drifting from door to door But they can't find no heaven I don't care where they go Um, hm-hm Um-uh-hm Mm-hm-hm Um, hm-hm-hm People, if I ever can get up Off of this old hard killing floor Lord, I'll never get down this low no more Um, hm-hm-hm Hm, um-hm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm Well, you hear me singing this old lonesome song People, you know these hard times can't last us so long Hm, hm-hm Hmm, hmm Hm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm You know, you'll say you had money you better be sure But these hard times gonna kill you just drive a lonely soul Um, hm-hm Umm, hmm Umm, hm-hm Hm, hm-hm-hm (guitar) Umm-hm Hmm-hm-hm Umm-hm Hm-hm-hm Hmm, hm-hm-hm (guitar to end) |
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Let Jesus lead you, let Jesus lead you
Let Jesus lead you all the way All the way from up to heaven Let Jesus lead you all the way He's a mighty good leader, he's a mighty good leader He's a mighty good leader all the way All the way from up to heaven He's a mighty good leader all the way He led my mother, he led my mother He led my mother all the way All the way from up to heaven He led my mother all the way |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
Skip James Drunken Spree early version
I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" The last good word I heard my mother say Sonny come hold my hand/head Oh me, oh my never let a dollar by I pawned my watch an' I pawned my chain I pawned my gold diamond ring If that don't settle my drunken spree Lord I'll never drink no more You had me ??darn?? my ??? ??? An' all my dirty clothes It was late last night when Willie come home She made one rap on the door "Is that you Willie? I'd like to know Darlin' don't you rap no more" I love my darlin' yes I do I love her 'til the sea go dry And if I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and die |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
Note: hyphen= word/words unsung
Eee, an I'm so glad Yes sir, I'm glad Until I just don't know What to do An I am tired a-weeping I'm so tired a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so - Yes, I am mighty glad Until I just don't know what - Would you be my little darlin'? Would you be my dear? Would you be my darlin' Be my dear? Then I would be mighty - I would be mighty glad Then I just wouldn't know What to do When I say, 'Coo-coo-coo' Just like a little baby, do I would love to have A lovely kiss from you Then I would be mighty - Then I would be so - Until I just wouldn't know - You know, I'm tired a-weeping I'm so tired of a-moanin' I'm so tired of groanin' for you (guitar) Eee, an I am so glad Yes, I'm so glad Until I just don't know What to do-ooo-woo-ooo-ooo. ~ |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
Special Rider Blues 5:09 Trk 5
Nehemiah Curtis 'Skip' James Skip James - vocal, guitar and piano Album: Blues From The Delta From Vanguard 'Today!' album 1966 Vanguard Records CD 96517-2 1998 I ain't got no, special rider here I ain't got no, no special rider here I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care (guitar) I woke up this mo'nin Looked at spec-special risin' sun I woke up this mo'nin I looked at special risin' sun Now, I pray up to the good Lord That my special rider, she would come (guitar) I got up off-a my pallet I laid down 'cross my bed I got up off my pallet An I laid down across my bed When I went to eat my break'qast An the blues was all in my bread (guitar) You know, I got a letter How do you reck'in it read? I got a letter An how do you reck'in it read? You better hur' up an come home Because yo' special rider, she's dead That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider Rider, here That's the reason I ain't Got no special rider, here Now, I ain't got nobody To love and feel my care. (guitar to end) ~ |
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from Skip James - Skip James 1931 (2005)
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Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? Oh, Mr. Crest, Mr. Crest How in the world you Expect for me to rest? You've got my 22-20 Layin' up across my breast Oh, if I send for my baby An she act a fool An she don't never come If I send for my baby She act a fool An she don't never come All the doctors in New York City I declare, they can't help her none You know, sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna do Sometimes she gets unruly An she act like she just don't wanna - But I get my 22-20 I cut that woman half in two Oh, your.38 Special Buddy, it's most too light Your .38 Special Buddy, it's most too light But my 22-20 Will make ev'rything, alright Ah-or, your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well Your .44-40 Buddy, it'll do very well But my .22-20 I declare you, it's a-burnin' hell I was stranded on the highway-hi With my 22-20 in my - I was standin' on the highway With my 22-20 in my - They got me 'cussed for murder I declare, I never have harmed a man Lord, oh I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right arm I measured my gun An it's just a-long as my right - I'm gon' raise me some sand And back down the road, I declare. ~ |
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from Skip James - Skip James Live 1964 & 1966 (2005)
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How long Baby, how long That ev'nin' train been gone? So long, honey, so long I got to the station When she left town I'm blue an disgusted I didn't know where to be bound Howlin', how long Baby, how long Honey, how - How long, baby That ev'nin' train been gone? But so long Baby, so long Honey, so long How long Baby, how - Am I to be Treated wrong? But in so long Honey, so long Honey, so - (piano) How long Baby, how - Why must I keep my Watch in pawn? But so long Baby, so long Honey, so - How long Baby, how - How long, to sing this - But honey Honey, so long And baby, so - (piano to end) ~ |