Bukka White

ACTIVE:	-
BIRTH:	1906년 11월 12일 / 미국,Houston, MS
DEATH:	1977년 02월 26일
STYLE:	블루스 컨트리 블루스 락 델타 블루스 슬라이드 기타 어쿠스틱 블루스
PROFILE:
MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/163402

SONGS
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Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White

2:33

from Bukka White - The Complete Bukka White (1997)

Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White

3:06

from Bukka White - The Vintage Recordings 1930 - 1940 "Aberdeeen Mississippi Blues" (2005)

Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White

4:12

from Bukka White - The Sonet Blues Story (2005)

Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White

2:36

from Bukka White - Fixin' to Die (2009)

Aberdeen Mississippi Blues

Bukka White

from Digital Mode - King Size Blues Legends (2015)

Army Blues

Bukka White

3:06

from Bukka White - The Sonet Blues Story (2005)

When Uncle Sam take all your men
And boys to war
I'm 'onna be just like a coon
When Uncle Sam take all your men
And boys to war
Boys, I'm 'onna be just like a coon
Ev'ry mornin' before the moon go down
I won't start a-tappin 'fore around I roam
Uncle Sam leave me alone
I got to watch these pretty women
While the other men is gone
Uncle Sam leave me alone
I got to watch these pretty women
While the other men is gone
Now, it's one thing I will do, Uncle Sam
I'll write you when one of these women
Treat me wrong
I don't want none a-these women
Start to fuss an fightin' over me
'Cause, you know Uncle Sam
Believe Bukka goin' behind
Don't you women start to fussin'
And fightin' over me
'Cause Uncle Sam believe
Bukka goin' behind
If I don't get around to the women
In the daytime
Old Bukka will be 'round 'fore the sun go downBabe, I don't want ya'all women
Start a-fussin' an fight
Don't start a-fussin', an fightin' over me
I don't want none-a you women start to fussin'
Fightin' over me
All I want you to do is let me take my time
Meet me uptown on a Friday or Saturday, baby
I be trampin' on later at Piney down
I think I'm gon' have to write Uncle Sam
Tell him to send me one or two more men
back behind
I think I'm gonna have to start to writin'
Uncle Sam
Tell him to send one or two more men
back behind
I done got to the place
I done got to the place, baby
I can't even make it around
Befo' the sun go down
Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam
Uncle Sam's train be on the track
early time
Uncle Sam's train, Uncle Sam's train
Come in early in the mornin'
It will be on the track
I want you women to go down there
Into Union Station in the mo'nin
Make like you be in mournin'
Be glad when they gone!
~

Atlanta Special

Bukka White

5:56

from Bukka White - The Sonet Blues Story (2005)

Bukka -spoken:
This is song Atlanta Special, here
Runnin' all down through Georgia
All down through the south
An all through the Gulf of Mexico
When I was a little boy
I was startin' to catchin' this train
And I never forget, I fifteen years old.

I hear'd that train that mo'nin
That 8:45 was hittin' that rail
I had my mule goin' to the field
To do some plowin' for my old grandfather.
But when this train was comin' down the line
She picked up wit' it.
(guitar - comin' down the line)
I say, 'Whoa!'
My mule stopped
I 'cide to leave, I'd try the world
I eased on out there
And I caught the old freight train
That went on down
All down through Gulf of Mexico
And ev'rywhere else.
Oh, I got to thinkin' about Atlanta, Georgia.
I say, 'I b'lieve I go back where my
old grandmother live at.'
Oh, one night I was sittin' down
Boilin' some corn down on the railroad track.
I thought about what my old grandmother
told me years ago.
Said son:
'You got to reap what you sew.
If you don't be a good boy, you gon'
have bad luck.'
I made me a record
(they'll buys it)
(This way Atlanta, Georgia)
This song:
Sings:
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my home
Mm-mm-mm
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!
When I fell back in Atlanta, Georgia
Old lady lived, last name Miss Ester.
She said, 'Son, I heard one of your records
about Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you play it, now?'
I reached back in my guitar case
and pulled m'old raggedy guitar out.
So glad to get back home
I commenced to playin' this song for Aunt Ester.
Sings:
Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!
Mm-mm-mm
So glad I headed back home
Old lady starts at me, did I want anything to eat?
I was sittin' there lookin' out toward the railroad
track. I never will forget it, she brought me ham
an egg, an toasted cheese an hot cup-a-coffee.
When that straight line ten mile a-goin' to
I dropped my head an I dropped my food.
I said, 'Now, I got to ride this train back'.
She said, 'Son, what is wrong?'
I said, 'Well, Aunt Ester.'
I said, 'Booker got to go.'That train was turnin' tight that mo'nin.
(guitar- turnin' tight)
Aunt Ester ask-ed
'Would I know that train if I could hear it?'
She said, 'You're too young, you don't
know nothin' too much about hoboin'.
I said, 'Well, I tell ya Aunt Ester, if I can
hear the bell on this train I could tell you
mo' about it.'
When that train jumped to the fifteen mile
curve, a bell will give you a toll like this:
(guitar- bell tolling)
Made me thought about when my baby
got sick n' she died. She's, they called me up.

When she run in her fifteen mile curve
She throw'd on the airbrake for la't ten mile.
(guitar - airbraking)
So, Aunt E. stops me.
She says, 'Where you was born at?'
I said, 'Atlanta, Georgia'
She said, 'That why you can play that ol' guitar, can't cha!'
While we was talkin' she heard that train comin'
into that fifteen mile curve.
Two old ladies was on that train, cryin' an supperin'
pullin' down the blind. A man give him a signal
from the engine to the coach to slow down.
You could hear him chokin' that train 'specially down
comin' through Lou'siana like this:
(guitar - chokin' train)
When the man throw'd that red light on
Him sho' know it come, that fifteen mile curve.
I ease on off back to the station
I tol' Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't forget what your
mother, now, used to told you
Now, she said, Take life easy.'
I jumped on out there and got in the blind.
That train jumped on outta town.
(I was steady jumpin' down)
(Hauled through Georgia, Lou'siana)
Right on down to a place he called
Port Teht (?)
(That's in Lou'siana)
(They was strippin' sorghum
and ev'rything I done got hauled in)
I get off the freight train
For a job aks the man for me
Somethin' to eat
He said, 'Can you strip sorgham?
I said, I read about it, but I ain't never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' strip it!'
I 'cided to do a little piece a-work for him
He went in there an got me sorghum, molasses
cornbread, toasted cheese, hot cup a-coffee.
My train was in the yard
The train blowed!
When I hear that train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to stop t'stripin 'em.
(guitar to end)

Bukka -spoken:
This is song Atlanta Special, here
Runnin' all down through Georgia
All down through the south
An all through the Gulf of Mexico
When I was a little boy
I was startin' to catchin' this train
And I never forget, I fifteen years old.
 
I hear'd that train that mo'nin
That 8:45 was hittin' that rail 
I had my mule goin' to the field
To do some plowin' for my old grandfather.
But when this train was comin' down the line
She picked up wit' it.
(guitar - comin' down the line)
I say, 'Whoa!'
My mule stopped
I 'cide to leave, I'd try the world 
I eased on out there
And I caught the old freight train
That went on down
All down through Gulf of Mexico
And ev'rywhere else.
Oh, I got to thinkin' about Atlanta, Georgia.
I say, 'I b'lieve I go back where my
old grandmother live at.'
Oh, one night I was sittin' down
Boilin' some corn down on the railroad track.
I thought about what my old grandmother
told me years ago.
Said son:
'You got to reap what you sew.
If you don't be a good boy, you gon' 
have bad luck.' 
I made me a record
(they'll buys it)
(This way Atlanta, Georgia)
This song:
Sings:
I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my home 
Mm-mm-mm
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!
When I fell back in Atlanta, Georgia
Old lady lived, last name Miss Ester. 
She said, 'Son, I heard one of your records
about Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you play it, now?' 
I reached back in my guitar case
and pulled m'old raggedy guitar out.
So glad to get back home
I commenced to playin' this song for Aunt Ester.
Sings:
Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!
Mm-mm-mm
So glad I headed back home
Old lady starts at me, did I want anything to eat?
I was sittin' there lookin' out toward the railroad
track. I never will forget it, she brought me ham
an egg, an toasted cheese an hot cup-a-coffee.
When that straight line ten mile a-goin' to 
I dropped my head an I dropped my food.
I said, 'Now, I got to ride this train back'.
She said, 'Son, what is wrong?'
I said, 'Well, Aunt Ester.'
I said, 'Booker got to go.'That train was turnin' tight that mo'nin.
(guitar- turnin' tight)
Aunt Ester ask-ed 
'Would I know that train if I could hear it?' 
She said, 'You're too young, you don't
know nothin' too much about hoboin'.
I said, 'Well, I tell ya Aunt Ester, if I can 
hear the bell on this train I could tell you
mo' about it.'
When that train jumped to the fifteen mile
curve, a bell will give you a toll like this:
(guitar- bell tolling)
Made me thought about when my baby
got sick n' she died. She's, they called me up.
 
When she run in her fifteen mile curve
She throw'd on the airbrake for la't ten mile.
(guitar - airbraking)
So, Aunt E. stops me.
She says, 'Where you was born at?'
I said, 'Atlanta, Georgia'
She said, 'That why you can play that ol' guitar, can't cha!'
While we was talkin' she heard that train comin'
into that fifteen mile curve.
Two old ladies was on that train, cryin' an supperin' 
pullin' down the blind. A man give him a signal
from the engine to the coach to slow down. 
You could hear him chokin' that train 'specially down
comin' through Lou'siana like this:
(guitar - chokin' train)
When the man throw'd that red light on
Him sho' know it come, that fifteen mile curve.
I ease on off back to the station
I tol' Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't forget what your
mother, now, used to told you
Now, she said, Take life easy.'
I jumped on out there and got in the blind.
That train jumped on outta town.
(I was steady jumpin' down)
(Hauled through Georgia, Lou'siana)
Right on down to a place he called      
Port Teht (?)  
(That's in Lou'siana)
(They was strippin' sorghum 
and ev'rything I done got hauled in)
I get off the freight train
For a job aks the man for me
Somethin' to eat
He said, 'Can you strip sorgham?
I said, I read about it, but I ain't never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' strip it!'
I 'cided to do a little piece a-work for him
He went in there an got me sorghum, molasses
cornbread, toasted cheese, hot cup a-coffee.
My train was in the yard
The train blowed!
When I hear that train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to stop t'stripin 'em.
(guitar to end)

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Baby Please Don'T Go

Bukka White