Weary Dogs Blues
Weary Dogs Blues (4514-4)[1][2] - Blind Lemon Jefferson
Chicago c. May 1927, Pm 12493[1]
C position pitched C#
(Yes, folks, these is my weary dogs.)
Oh, Lordy, how the sun do shine,
Oh, Lordy, how the sun do shine,
And I can't get from Charleston, with that brownskin girl of mine.
They're barkin' in the mornin', they're barkin' late at night.
They're barkin' in the morning, they're barkin' late at night.
My weary dogs bark so loud, it'll take a good man's appetite.
They wake me every mornin', Lordy, with the risin' sun.
They wakes me in the mornin', oh, Lordy, with the risin' sun.
My weary dogs don't leave me, until my day's work is done.
Me and my weary dogs started, we started out of Jackson Park,
When me and my weary dogs started, we started out of Jackson Park,
And it's music to any good man's ears, for to hear my weary dogs bark.
I can tell when it's rainin', honey, I know when the sun gon' shine,
I can tell when it's raining, sugar, I know when the sun gon' shine,
Because my weary dogs keep me posted all the time.
Weary dogs in my young days, weary dogs is all I crave.
Weary dogs in my young days, weary dogs is all I crave.
Sometime I thinks weary dogs is goin' to carry me to my grave.
(Look out there, man, don't let that dog bite me.)
