Difference between revisions of "Kentucky Blues"
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''[Instrumental verse]''<br> | ''[Instrumental verse]''<br> | ||
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| − | Well, whilst we here tryin' | + | Well, whilst we here tryin' to have our fun, s'posin' the law jumped up and said "Nobody run!"<br> |
Well you know I'm long gone, from Kentucky, long gone and then got away lucky<br> | Well you know I'm long gone, from Kentucky, long gone and then got away lucky<br> | ||
| − | 'Cus I gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine<br> | + | 'Cus I'm gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine<br> |
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Well my woman poked her head out from way under the bed. She said "Please don't let 'em kill Mr. Little Hat dead"<br> | Well my woman poked her head out from way under the bed. She said "Please don't let 'em kill Mr. Little Hat dead"<br> | ||
I said "No use to worryin' sweet mama, ain't gonna be here long"<br> | I said "No use to worryin' sweet mama, ain't gonna be here long"<br> | ||
| − | + | Don't waznn let you sing this worried song<br> | |
| − | 'Cus I'm gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine<br> | + | 'Cus I'm gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine.<br> |
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| − | I once | + | Well I once have knowed the man they call him Austin Jack<br> |
Stop and put the bloodhounds right on my track<br> | Stop and put the bloodhounds right on my track<br> | ||
| − | Course the | + | Course the blindest<ref>Could be 'bloodhounds'</ref> could not catch my scent<br> |
Do you know they couldn't tell where the Little Hat went<br> | Do you know they couldn't tell where the Little Hat went<br> | ||
'Cus I left Seguine, people I's just like a submarine<br> | 'Cus I left Seguine, people I's just like a submarine<br> | ||
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''[Instrumental verse]''<br> | ''[Instrumental verse]''<br> | ||
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| − | Well yon' come the Santa Fe just | + | Well yon' come the Santa Fe just puffin' and flyin'<br> |
| − | Oughta | + | Oughta seen me when I reached up and really caught them blind<br> |
They said "There's another long gone, from Kentucky"<br> | They said "There's another long gone, from Kentucky"<br> | ||
Long gone and then got away lucky<br> | Long gone and then got away lucky<br> | ||
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I'm gonna sing this song, ain't gonna sing no more<br> | I'm gonna sing this song, ain't gonna sing no more<br> | ||
''[Instrumental lines, x 3]''<br> | ''[Instrumental lines, x 3]''<br> | ||
| − | 'Cus I'm leavin' San Antoine, I declare ain't comin' here no more<br> | + | 'Cus I'm leavin' San Antoine, I declare I ain't comin' here no more<br> |
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Well I don't play the dozen and neither the ten<br> | Well I don't play the dozen and neither the ten<br> | ||
Revision as of 01:51, 23 January 2009
Kentucky Blues - Little Hat Jones
San Antonio, 14 June 1930, Okeh 8815
E position pitched at F
[Introduction, instrumental]
[Instrumental verse]
Well, whilst we here tryin' to have our fun, s'posin' the law jumped up and said "Nobody run!"
Well you know I'm long gone, from Kentucky, long gone and then got away lucky
'Cus I'm gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine
Well my woman poked her head out from way under the bed. She said "Please don't let 'em kill Mr. Little Hat dead"
I said "No use to worryin' sweet mama, ain't gonna be here long"
Don't waznn let you sing this worried song
'Cus I'm gonna leave Seguine, I'll be just like a submarine.
Well I once have knowed the man they call him Austin Jack
Stop and put the bloodhounds right on my track
Course the blindest[1] could not catch my scent
Do you know they couldn't tell where the Little Hat went
'Cus I left Seguine, people I's just like a submarine
[Instrumental verse]
Well yon' come the Santa Fe just puffin' and flyin'
Oughta seen me when I reached up and really caught them blind
They said "There's another long gone, from Kentucky"
Long gone and then got away lucky
'Cus you left Seguine, you's just like a submarine
[Instrumental verse]
I'm gonna sing this song, ain't gonna sing no more
[Instrumental lines, x 3]
'Cus I'm leavin' San Antoine, I declare I ain't comin' here no more
Well I don't play the dozen and neither the ten
'Cus she keep on talkin' I'll ease ya in
Well you keep on talkin' 'till you make me mad
Well I tell you 'bout the mother that your father had
'Cus I don't play the dozen, I declare, man, and neither the ten
[Instrumental verse]
[Outro]
Notes
- ↑ Could be 'bloodhounds'
