Topic: Lyrics of "Weed Smoker's Dream" by Harlem Hamfats

[gribbon]

I have been listening to this song for a long time now, but I still can't make out all the lyrics. This is how far I got:


Sittin’ on a million
Sittin’ on it every day
Can’t make no money givin’ your
stuff away
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do?
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

? ? ? ? that woman
? ? ? ? ? ?
She’s trickin’ money for you, every-
where she land (?)
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do?
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

? ? ? ? a good-lookin’ ? ? ? ?
She lives down by the jail
? ? ? ? she got
her stuff for sale
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do?
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too


Would be very grateful if someone could help me fill in the blanks.
I realize that this song is not exacly blues, but I guess that at least some of ou are familiar with it.

[lilkittin]

I believe the first line you have question marks on is: "May's a bettin' woman,  she bets on every hand"

the second set of question marks I believe is: "May's a good-lookin' frail, she lives down by the Jail, and no-one knows she's got, hot stuff for sale."

I just learned today that "frail" was slang for a woman back in the 30's... Learn something new every day!

[Slack]

Welcome lilkitten!

[Gumbo]

that's the good stuff, lilkitten, and it come's to those who wait!

on the second verse i concur:
May's a bettin' woman,  she bets on every hand

and then i believe it's
she's a trickin mother for you every where she lands

on that third verse ... I also concur ...
May's a good lookin frail, she lives down by the jail

and then it goes

Out of the back .. door she got .. hot stuff for sale

[davet]

We have been playing this song for some time. We spent a while sorting out the words and this is what we came to.


Sittin’ on a million
Sittin’ on it every day
Can’t make no money givin’ your stuff away
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

Fay's a betting woman
She bets on every hand
She’s a trickin’ mother for you every-where she land
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

May's a good-lookin’ frail
She lives down by the jail
On her back though she got hot stuff for sale
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too


Hope this helps

davet

[Gumbo]

Ooooh! We almost agree !