Big Night Blues
Big Night Blues (21199-1) – Blind Lemon Jefferson
Chicago c. March 1929, Pm 12801
A position and pitch
My feets is so sore, I can hardly wear my shoes.
My feets is so sore, can hardly wear my shoes.
Out last night with wild women, left me with those big night blues.
I grabbed my sugar and I danced, mama, 'til the clock struck twelve.
I grabbed my sugar and I danced, sweet mama, 'til the clock struck twelve.
After razzlin'[1] so hard with my good gal, I just ain't feelin' so well.
I'm goin' back to that wild party, get with the wild women again.
I'm goin' back to that wild party, get with wild women again.
I ain't gonna leave home, 'til I have me a quart of gin.
Wild women like their whiskey, and their gin and their rock-and-rye.
Wild women like their liquor, and their gin and their rock-and-rye.
My gal wouldn't let me go home last night and wouldn't tell me the reason why.
I turned my face to the door and my gal made an awful moan.
Mmmmmmmmmm, my gal made an awful moan.
"Lord, I'll leave my lovin', daddy, because my clock is run down at home."
Big Night Blues (21402-2) – Blind Lemon Jefferson
Chicago c. August 1929, Pm 12801
A position and pitch
My feets is so sore, can hardly wear my shoes.
Well, my feets so sore, can hardly wear my shoes.
Out last night with wild women, and it's give me the big night blues.
I grabbed my baby and I danced 'til the clock struck twelve.
I grabbed my baby and I danced 'til the clock struck twelve.
I had to razzle[2] so hard with my good gal, I just ain't feelin' so well.
I'm goin' back to that party, get with them wild women again.
I'm goin' back to that party, get with them wild women again.
Well, I ain't gonna leave my home, 'til I order me a quart of gin.
Wild women likes their liquor, their gin and their rock-and-rye.
Wild women likes their liquor, their gin and their rock-and-rye.
My gal wouldn't let me go home last night, wouldn't tell me the reason why.
Turned my face to the walls and my baby made an awful moan.
Mmmmmmmmmm, my baby made an awful moan.
"Well, I needs my daddy, 'cause my clock is run down at home."
Notes
- ↑ RAZZLE is a rowdy, lively spree (Chambers); a spree, a good time (The Cassell Dictionary of Slang), but RASSLE is possible.
- ↑ ibid
