In several moments of procrastination, I took a stab at transcribing the lyrics for Ninety Nine Blues. Blind Joe Reynolds recorded this in November 1929 and played out of C position, showing the influence of Blind Lemon Jefferson, but definitely getting his own idiosyncratic sound going. Would love some help on the stuff in square brackets, and anything else. Joe blows the tag line in the second verse and stops to correct himself. Interestingly, he does the same in "Third Street Woman Blues", where he begins to sing, "Don't like my..." then reminds himself the verse should be about chicken by saying "Chicken", going on to sing "Had so much of chicken till I heard 'em clucking in my sleep".
Ninety Nine Blues - Blind Joe Reynolds
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
And if I [get them hundred], boys, I'm gonna let these nineteen go
I got a big fat mama, meat shakin' on her bone
I got a big fat mama, the meat shakin' on her bone
And every time I quiver -- Every time she quiver, small woman lose her home
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, wear you off my mind
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, just to wear you off my mind
Because you keep me worried and bothered all the time
SOLO
(Lord have mercy)
Oh when you feel tomorrow, like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow, huh, mama, like I feel today
I'm gonna drink corn liquor just to drive these blues away
Well let me tell you boys what these women will do
Let me tell you boys what these old women will do
They will get your money and leave [a
?? cup] to you
Oh tell me mama, what's the matter now
Oh tell me mama, tell me what's the matter now
For the blues I've got, the blues [like] ninety-nine
Yeah my woman got something called a stingaree
Yeah my woman got something that the men call a stingaree
At four o'clock every morning she turns it loose on me
Ninety Nine Blues - Blind Joe Reynolds
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
I got ninety-nine women, cravin' nineteen more
And if I [get them hundred], boys, I'm gonna let these nineteen go
I got a big fat mama, meat shakin' on her bone
I got a big fat mama, the meat shakin' on her bone
And every time I quiver -- Every time she quiver, small woman lose her home
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, wear you off my mind
Lord, I'm goin' away, mama, just to wear you off my mind
Because you keep me worried and bothered all the time
SOLO
(Lord have mercy)
Oh when you feel tomorrow, like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow, huh, mama, like I feel today
I'm gonna drink corn liquor just to drive these blues away
Well let me tell you boys what these women will do
Let me tell you boys what these old women will do
They will get your money and leave [a
?? cup] to youOh tell me mama, what's the matter now
Oh tell me mama, tell me what's the matter now
For the blues I've got, the blues [like] ninety-nine
Yeah my woman got something called a stingaree
Yeah my woman got something that the men call a stingaree
At four o'clock every morning she turns it loose on me








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