Billy Goat Blues

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Billy Goat Blues-John Byrd
E position, standard tuning

Lord, that Harlem goat, mama, sure was feelin' fine
Lord, that Harlem goat, honey, sure was feelin' fine
Now when he eat six red shirts right off of Sally's clothesline

Sal, she grabbed that stick and she broke that Harlem's back
Sal grabbed a stick, Lord, and broke the Harlem's back
And she tied old Harlem to the railroad track

Lord, the fast mail train, honey, was 'proachin' nigh
Oh, the fast mail train, Lord, was 'proachin' nigh
And that Harlem goat, he was doomed to die

Lord, he gave a surge, it was such a pain
Lord, he gave a surge, it was such a pain
And he coughed up that shirt, mama, tried to flag the train

He said, "When I die, don't bury me at all,
Lordy, when I die, don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my body up in alcohol."

SOLO

Lord, I love my goat better than I love myself
Yes, I love my goat better than I love myself
I'm gonna kill my goat, I'm gonna kill somebody else

Lord, she was early in the morning, 'bout the break of day
Lord, she was early in the morning, 'long about the break of day
Laid my head on the pillow where my goat once used to lay

SOLO

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