7. COCAINE HABIT BLUES

Cocaine habit's mighty bad.
It's the worst old habit that I ever had.
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.
I went to Mister Lehman's in a lope.
Saw a sign on the window says, "No more dope."
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.

If you don't believe cocaine is good,
Ask Alma Rose and Angel Wood.
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.
I love my whiskey and I love my gin,
But the way I love my coke is a dog-gone sin.
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.

Since cocaine went out of style,
You can catch them shooting needles all the while.
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.
It takes a little coke to give me ease.
Strut your stuff long as you please.
Hey, hey, honey, take a whiff on me.

(. take a whiff on Hattie, now.)

12. SHE STAYS OUT ALL NIGHT LONG

(Oh, tell it, . tell it.)

I told my old lady, no longer than week 'fore last.
I told my old lady, no longer than week 'fore last.
(What'd you tell her?)
This old staying all night long, mama, Lord, it's gone come to a pass.

How can a poor man sleep, Lord, when the one he loves stays out all night long?
(Can't sleep at all.)
How can a poor man sleep, Lord, when the one he loves stays out all night long?
Oh, Lord, he's rolling and he's tumbling. No, he just can't sleep alone.

[Instrumental interlude featuring guitar solo.]
(Now, your business . Old boy know how to do that thing, too. .step time. . Lord, today, now, let's go.)

Lord, how can a poor man sleep when the one he loves stays out all night long?
How do you think a poor man feels when the one he loves stays up both night and day?
And like a old boy on a freight train, have any meals today?

16. TAKING YOUR PLACE

Now tell me, baby, how come you do me this-a-way?
Oh, tell me, baby, how come you do me this-a-way?
Ah, you go off to stay in the morning, and you stays all day.

I love you, baby. I didn't know that you would do me this-a-way.
Yes, I love you, baby. I didn't know you'd do me this-a-way.
How can I love you, mama, when you goes off and stay away?

Now, you done throwed me, baby, until you have throwed me away.
Yes, you done throwed me, baby, until you done throwed me away.
Now someone else done come, mama, ah, to take your place

Candy Man

by
rev. Gary Davis
recording of 19
from
Splashdown Two (Relix 2080)

 
Well candyman said been here and gone
Well candyman said been here and gone
Candyman said been here and gone
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand
Well candyman said
salty dog
Well candyman said salty dog
Well candyman said salty dog
I can't be your salty dog and I won't be your candyman
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Run to the corner get the baby some beer
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand
Well candyman said been here and gone
Well candyman said been here and gone
Candyman said been here and gone
Wish I was in New Orleans sittin' on a candy stand

Blues Lyrics - Mississippi John Hurt
Richland's Woman Blues

Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut
and a shot of good boo'
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin' right
My husbands goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie
seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle-doodle-do-do"
The Richard's' woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out, and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

HEY! LAWDY MAMA – THE FRANCE BLUES

Have you ever took a trip babe on the Mobile line
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout the Mobile line
That’s the road to ride baby, ease your troublin’ mind

Well I got a letter, babe it’s the way it read
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout the way it read
Come home, come home baby, girl you love is dead

Well I packed my suitcase, bundled up my clothes
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout bundlin’ up the clothes
Well I got [back/there] she layin’ on the coolin’ board

Well they took my baby, honey to the buryin’ ground
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout the burying ground
You oughta heard me hollerin’ when they let her down

Well it’s two black horses standin’ on the buryin’ ground
Well I turn around [said babe, said run on down]
When you go to heaven, gon’ babe, gon’ stop by France
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout stop ‘roun frace
Gonna stop by there, just to give these girls a chance

Baby when I die, don’t bury daddy at all
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout bury that at all
Well pickle daddy’s bones, baby, in alcohol

Well the boat’s up the river, babe and she won’t come down
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout she won’t come down
Well I believe to my soul, said this boat is water bound

Baby, when I die, baby, put daddy’s picture in a frame
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout in a frame
So when daddy’s gone you can see him just the same

Hello Heaven, daddy wanna use your telephone
Hey lawdy mama mama hey lawdy papa papa hollerin’ ‘bout the telephone
So he can talk to his daddy any time when he’s gone

Money Never Runs Out

There’s a certain yellow joker live around this town

Just as lazy can be

While as long as they shake it, then he hangs around

I love my hop says he

Early one morning smoker ran away

To roam the world was said

Then I’ll go back to bed fore I keep up my head

Don’t care if I never wake up….play

Now if my money was stacked high

I believe it to my soul it would touch the sky

Polish my teeth with a diamond dust

I don’t care if the bank was bust

But my money don’t ever run out

Rich fool you makin me doubt

Sometimes I think I love you

Well sometimes I think I love you, then again I don’t

…then again I don’t

well sometimes I think I’ll quit you, honey babe I won’t

well I pleaded for you baby, I had no shoes upon my feet (2x)

well then all the while you been eating those pork and beans

Well I’m sittin here a wonderin, with a matchbox of hope (2x)

Well I ain’t got so many matches, but I got some kick ass dope

Well hey hey baby, what you want me to do (2x)

Want me to beg, rob and steal, bring it all home to you.

Artist/Band: Watson Doc
Lyrics for Song: Make Me a Pallet on the Floor
Lyrics for Album: Memories

Honey, make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know

I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
Goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
I'm goin' up the country through the sleedin' snow
Ain't no telling just how fur I'll go

I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
Get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I get my breakfast here and my dinner in Tennessee
I told you I's a-commin' soon, you'd better look for me

(break)

Honey, I can't lay down on your bed
You know that I can't lay down on your bed
Yes, you know that I can't lay down 'cross your pretty bed
'cause my good woman she might kill me dead

And don't you let my good gal catch you here
No don't you let my good gal catch you here
Doo, she might shoot you, cut and stump you too
Ain't no tellin' what o' she might do

Ooh, make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know

Now the way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
The way I've been sleepin' my back and shoulders' tired
Thinking goin' turn over, tryin' sleepin' on my side

Ooh , make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor
Honey, make it down, make it soft and low
Then maybe my good gal she won't know
(Make that pallet, honey

Hey, Hey Daddy Blues

Hey hey, your daddy feeling blue

Im worried all of the time, cant keep you off of my mind

Hey, hey your daddys feeling blue

Hey hey, love you till the day that I die

Nobody but me knows the reason why

Hey hey, your daddys feeling blue

Hey, hey, your daddys lonesome for you

I aint gonna tell you no lie, you daddy bout to die

Hdy, hdy, your daddys feeling blue

Hey hey lonesome day and night

Listen to what I did, don’t want the blues to die a way

WRONG WOMAN

Well I went to a party last night and I was dressed to kill

The woman that I’m dancing with, they talking bout her stil

Whats wrong women…..

Whats wrong with the woman that I was out with last night

Looked up at her face

Looked down at her feet

Son she was built like and automobile didn’t have no rumble seat

Chorus

I took her home with me, got her into bed

When she took off all her clothes she said daddy cover up your head

Chorus

Well I got me a bottle of booze gonna drink it all by myself

When I turned it to my head she turned into something else

Chorus

Well I went down to her place, knocked upon her door

When she come to that door I don’t come back there no more.

Whipped my woman

Me and my women had a fallen out

People wanta know what it was all about

It was the same thing

Hear me talking to ya, it was the same old thing

I whipped my women with a single tree,

You oughta heard her holler don’t you murder me

Yes I went to the gypsy to get my fortune told

The gypsy told me something I didn’t want anyone to know

Went to my front door, front door was locked

Went to my back door the door was locked

Now don’t you wish your easy roller was sweet and juicy like mine

St. Louis Blues

Got the railroad blues, boxcars on my mind

Aint seen my girl in a good long time

Well the sun gonna shine in my backdoor someday

Well it wont be here but its gonna be mine someday.

Takes rocks and gravel to build a solid road

Takes a solid road to satisfy my soul

Well I asked the conductor to let me ride the line

Said sorry son this train aint none of mine

Freight train blues

Where was your papa, when the train left the shed

I was standin in my kitchen, wishing I was dead

I went down to the depot, had to look upon the board

Well it read gootimes children much better down the road

Was a big misunderstanding, that put me in the jail

Was a big ol train that took my girl from here

I go the freight train blues, just too damn mean to cry

Want to love that mama, until the day she die

Tear it down

had a girl and her name was eave

everytime I hit her she would holler police

she cooked them biscuits, cooked em brown

started working, went turning around

mister evan, mister evan, know, why ain’t it a shame

just see that monkey with a natural pain

went upstairs to ring a bell

police in the alley given cocaine

What’s that taste like gravy

What’s that taste like gravy, mama says you wanta know

Tell me what tastes like gravy, way in your soul

Says she killed a chicken and she cooked em down low

Says she cooked that chicken, done a sweet jellyroll

Oh, wttlg, msywk

I live down in alabam way down in Dixieland

Say that caught a opossum and they named him joe and they put him in a barn

Said they cooked that opossum and they cooked him down low

And the grease comin from his jo jo jo

Oh wttlg, msywk

Well I was born in alabam way down in Dixieland

All the people come from miles around just to hear that donkey callin

Say it sound so low, sound so low

Would just like she couldn’t blow

Wttlk, msywk

Scat stuff

Late last night when the time was tough

I was laying in the coal yard struttin my stuff

Wttlg, msywk