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Hey! Lawdy Mama--France Blues - The Down Home Boys
April 8, 1927
E position,standard tuning, with a second guitarist working out of E or F in standard tuning.

Have you ever took a trip, babe, on the Mobile line?
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, hollerin' 'bout the Mobile line
That's the road to ride, baby, ease your trouble in mind

Well, I got a letter, babe, this the way it read
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, hollerin' 'bout the way it read
"Come home, come home, baby girl you love is dead."

Well I packed my suitcase, bundled up my clothes
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, hollerin' 'bout bundle up his clothes
When I got there she was layin' on the coolin' board

Well, they took my baby, honey, to the buryin' ground
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, hollerin' 'bout the buryin' ground
You oughta heard me hollerin' when they let her down

Well, there's two black horses standin' on the buryin' ground
Well, I turned around to see if they'd run on down

When you go to Heaven, gonna, babe, gonna stop by France
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, holler 'bout stop by France
Gonna stop by there just to give these girls a chance

Baby, when I die, don't bury Daddy at all
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, holler 'bout bury Daddy at all
Just pickle Daddy's bones, baby, in alkyhol

Well, the boat's up the river, babe, and she won't come down
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, holler 'bout she won't come down
Well, I b'lieve to my soul they be four days waterbound

Baby, when I die put Daddy's picture in a frame
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, holler 'bout-a in a frame
So when Daddy's gone you can see him just the same

Hello, Heaven, Daddy want to use your telephone
Hey, Lordy mama-mama, hey, Lordy papa-papa, hollerin' 'bout the telephone
So he can talk to his Daddy anytime away he's gone.


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