by Booker T. Washington White a.k.a. Bukka White recording of 19 from The Complete Sessions 1930-1940 (Travelin' Man 3) & The Complete Bukka White (Columbia CK-52782) Hey, come on you women, let's do the Jitterbug swing When you do the Jitterbug swing, you know you will be doing a thing Hey, I can't stand it long, I'm telling you women, I can't stand it long Hey, every time I ask you, you won't let me follow you home You must have some rounder , lyin' in your arms Hey, you women workin' on my nerves Hey, you women workin' on my nerves Hey, you gonna drive me in my blood Hey, please, m'am, don't say, "Uh uh"
The song "The Promise True and Grand" by Booker White came up in my random listening today. Does anyone know if it is based on a particular hymn or religious text? The lyrics seem like they're "pre-existing", i.e. not written by Booker. The song structure, too, seems to be coming from somewhere else. I don't have much familiarity with hymns and the like (being a heathen and all).
Thanks Johnm. I actually meant to say Bukka White....well the names are similar aren't they? Seriously, I have a recording of Bukka White singing Poor Boy Long Way From Home (named on my version accessed from Limewire as "Po' Boy") I think the audio is taken from a film clip that is on YouTube. My problem is that whenever I try to find the lyrics I get something quite different to what he is singing on the clip. There is also a YouTube clip of KeniLee Burgess singing Poor Boy A Long Way Fom Home, but again his lyrics are not those sung on the Bukka White clip. All the best Littledog
Hi all, I was listening to "Bukka White--The Vintage Recordings (1930-1940), Document DOCD-5679 today, and found I was hearing this the best I've ever heard it. This is what I heard today. Booker White and Washboard Sam belong in the Time Hall of Fame for this rendition.
He-e-y, come all you women, let's us do the Jitterbug Swing Come all you women, let's us do the Jitterbug Swing When you do the Jitterbug Swing, then you know you will be doin' the thing
He-e-y, I can't stand this long I'm telling you women, I can't stand this long He-e-ey, every time I aks you, you won't let me follow you home You must have some rounder layin' in your arms
He-e-ey, you women workin' on my nerve Hey, you women, workin' on my nerve He-e-y, you gonna drive it in my blood