UB -- I agree with all of your suggestions. Hard to tell on the preacher/preachers, but I think it's more likely he'd be talking about one. Dreamt a dream is an excellent catch. I was pretty unsure on "dreadful".
Chris
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0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic. UB -- I agree with all of your suggestions. Hard to tell on the preacher/preachers, but I think it's more likely he'd be talking about one. Dreamt a dream is an excellent catch. I was pretty unsure on "dreadful".
Chris I will attempt to do "Can't Keep No Brown" in the coming days. I just heard "gonna write me a letter, mail it in the air. so if the March wind blows..." This guy sang and played incredibly fast!
Hi all,
I've been working on the lyrics for the slide version of "You Can't Keep No Brown", and I think I have it with the exception of the lyric breaks that open the last two verses. I'd appreciate any help. I woke up this mornin', mama, blues all 'round my bed Soon this mornin', mama, blues all around my bed Thinkin' 'bout the kind words that my mama had said Now my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too Now my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too That's the reason I tried so hard to get along with you Now, where there ain't no lovin', there ain't no gettin' along Where there ain't no lovin', there ain't no gettin' along 'Cause you'll have more trouble, honey, now the days is long So many days, I stoled away and cried So many days, I stoled away and cried Poor boy's been mistreated, I can't be satisfied Now, I'm gonna write a letter, mail it in the air I'm gonna write a letter, gonna mail it in the air Because the March wind blows, blows news everywhere 'Cause I'm going up the country, won't be very long Sweet gal, you can count the days I'm gone Awful tender-hearted, don't have to fight, The gal I get she's got to try to treat me right I'm crazy 'bout my Jane, tell the world that I am, 'Cause I'm goin' where they sing Long Distance Blues Now you get way back, you ball the jack, Begin to fight you get to snatch it back I want to see my Jane, tell the world that I do, 'Cause I'm goin' where, sing Long Distance Blues Edited 7/20 to pick up corrections from banjochris All best, Johnm [ ? ], don't have to fight [?] John, I'm definitely going to have to listen to these verses some more because they're still perplexing me, but I have suggestions for the last two lines that I'm pretty sure of. In the first of these, I think it's: I'm crazy 'bout my Jane, tell the world that I am, 'Cause I'm goin' where they sing Long Distance Blues. In the second: I want to see my Jane, tell the world that I do, and the last line same as you have I'll listen some more later tonight. Chris OK, here's what I came up with.
Awful tender-hearted, don't have to fight, The gal I get she's got to try to treat me right I'm crazy 'bout my Jane, tell the world that I am, 'Cause I'm goin' where they sing Long Distance Blues. Now you get way back, you ball the jack, Begin to fight you [gettin' to snatch it back] I want to see my Jane, tell the world that I do, 'Cause I'm goin' where, sing Long Distance Blues. Chris Well, that's really terrific, Chris! He really spits those words out, doesn't he? That is really great work. It sounds like in the last verse he may say in that second line,
Begin to fight you get to snatch it back Thanks for the help. All best, Johnm I think you're right on the get vs. gettin' -- that was the hardest line to get. Jackson is just amazing, vocally and instrumentally. And really weird, too.
Yes, I agree, Chris. He always sounds like he could barely contain himself, but it's such controlled playing and singing despite that wound-up quality.
I have a couple of suggestions for "Devil And My Brown Blues", which my recent listening to Bo Weavil Jackson has led me back to. I think most all of the heavy lifting has already been done by uncle bud, LD50 and banjochris. Here goes--see what you think. Here is the transcription that has been arrived at thus far: Devil and My Brown - Bo Weavil Jackson No gypsy woman, no gypsy woman can't fry no meat for me, lordy mama No gypsy woman can't fry no meat for me I ain't scared, I'm skittish she might poison me 'Cause I woke up this morning, woke up this morning, heard somebody callin' me, lordy mama Woke up this morning, heard somebody callin' me Must've been a weevil, thing they call a stingaree A bo weevil's here, a bo weevil's there, itchin'? mama's everywhere, the preachers tell me that -- Bo weevil's here, bo weevil's everywhere I dreamt a dream last night, it was all in your flour there The farmer went to the merchant, said, "I want meat and meal", lordy mama Farmer went to the merchant, said, "I wants meat and meal" The merchant screamed, "No, no, the bo weevil's in your field" Bitin' spider, bitin' spider, crawlin' on the wall, mmm-mmm Bitin' spider now, crawlin' on the wall Grinds it nat'ral but he's crazy 'bout his alcohol I heard a mighty rumblin' down under the ground, lordy mama Mighty rumblin' way down under the ground The boll weevil and the devil was [thievin'/cheatin'?] with somebody's brown Daddy was low and squatty, daddy was cut for speed, lordy mama He low and squatty, daddy was cut for speed Says he has everything that a poor bo weevil needs Now bo weevil, now bo weevil, sittin' down on the square, the first time I seen Mister Bo Weevil, sittin' down on the square Next time I seen him, mama, he had his whole family there Bo weevil told that farmer, "Buy no Ford machine", lordy mama He told the farmer not to buy no Ford machine 'Cause he's gonna fix it so he can't buy no gasoline Here are suggested changes: 2.3 Must've been a weevil, thing they call THE stingaree 3.1 A bo' weevil's here, a bo' weevil's there, EACH AND, mama's, everywhere, the preachers tell me that ("each and everywhere" turns up often in lyrics) 4.2 Farmer went to the merchant, SAYS, "I wants meat and meal." 6.3 The boll weevil and the devil was t'ievin' with somebody's brown (I think he meant to say "teasin'", but got the "v" from "thievin'" in there) 7.1 SAID HE was low and squatty, SAID HE was cut TO speed, lordy mama 7.2 HE'S low and squatty, SAID HE was cut TO speed That's all I have. All best, Johnm Hi all,
Just wondering what you Bo Weavil Jackson fans thought about the suggested lyric changes in the last post. All best, Johnm Hi John. I had a listen and I agree with all of your suggested changes. I was listening to the version found on Times Ain't Like They Used to Be - Volume 7 put out by Yazoo, which has a somewhat better transfer than the Document Backwoods Blues disc. I think you can hear your suggested changes even better on the Yazoo (which also adjusts the speed slightly downward).
Thanks for re-listening to "Devil and My Brown Blues", uncle bud. Here are the lyrics with the suggested changes incorporated.
Devil and My Brown - Bo Weavil Jackson No gypsy woman, no gypsy woman can't fry no meat for me, lordy mama No gypsy woman can't fry no meat for me I ain't scared, I'm skittish she might poison me 'Cause I woke up this morning, woke up this morning, heard somebody callin' me, lordy mama Woke up this morning, heard somebody callin' me Must've been a weevil, thing they call the stingaree A bo weevil's here, a bo weevil's there, each and, mama's everywhere, the preachers tell me that -- Bo weevil's here, bo weevil's everywhere I dreamt a dream last night, it was all in your flour there The farmer went to the merchant, said, "I want meat and meal", lordy mama Farmer went to the merchant, says, "I wants meat and meal" The merchant screamed, "No, no, the bo weevil's in your field" Bitin' spider, bitin' spider, crawlin' on the wall, mmm-mmm Bitin' spider now, crawlin' on the wall Grinds it nat'ral but he's crazy 'bout his alcohol I heard a mighty rumblin' down under the ground, lordy mama Mighty rumblin' way down under the ground The boll weevil and the devil was t'ievin' with somebody's brown Said he was low and squatty, said he was cut to speed, lordy mama He's low and squatty, said he was cut to speed Says he has everything that a poor bo weevil needs Now bo weevil, now bo weevil, sittin' down on the square, the first time I seen Mister Bo Weevil, sittin' down on the square Next time I seen him, mama, he had his whole family there Bo weevil told that farmer, "Buy no Ford machine", lordy mama He told the farmer not to buy no Ford machine 'Cause he's gonna fix it so he can't buy no gasoline All best, Johnm Hi all,
Bo Weavil Jackson accompanied himself out of G position in standard tuning for "Some Scream High Yellow", and his accompaniment is perfectly amazing; the sheer quantity of invention, and the ferocity of his execution--whew--to say nothing of being able to play what he played while singing. Moreover, he takes sounding like himself and no one else to a completely different level than other players, even the most original ones. I take the tagline to the third verse to mean that he's speaking of a gal who would say, "I ain't got no man.". As usual, I'm missing some of these lyrics, or have them wrong. I'd appreciate help. Now, the rolling mill, Good Lord, burnt down last night Now, the rolling mill, Good Lord, burnt down last night And they ain't shippin' no iron in this town today I think I will, travelin' on my mind Sometime, I b'lieve, travelin' on my mind I ain't got no right to leave, I ain't got no right to change my mind Now, did you dream lucky and wake up cold in hand? Now, did you dream lucky, wake up cold in hand? Then you'll want to see some good gal, ah, ain't got no man Now, sometime I think I will, again I think that I won't Sometime I think that I will, again I think that I won't Sometime I think that I do, Lord, then I think that I don't Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmm Sometime I think that I will, and then I think that I won't Some screamin' high yella, I screams black or brown Some scream high yella, I screams black or brown 'Cause high yella may mistreat you but black won't turn you down Mama, I got a notion, honey, and I believe I will I got a notion, mama, and I believe that I will Catch a long jumpin' Judy and go on across the hill SOLO X 2 Edited 9/12 to pick up corrections from uncle bud All best, Johnm dj
Something like: I (CAN?/CAN'T?) SKIP IT, GOIN' in this town today? I'm not sure that's it, but I think it's closer than what you've got.
jpeters609
This is only peripherally related to your lyric transcription, John, but it's something that's bugged me for a while. The lyric phrase "did you ever dream lucky, wake up cold in hand" (and its variants) turns up repeatedly in blues songs of the era, but -- for me, at least -- the meaning has been elusive. This may have been addressed in an earlier thread, and I believe I have heard those who say that "cold in hand" means to have nothing, whether it's money or love or what have you.
But an alternate interpretation seems more likely, to my mind. If I were to have "dreamed lucky," I would probably be dreaming about getting lucky, if you know what I mean, with some special rider. But when I wake up, I discover it was all a dream, and any pleasure that I had derived came from the fact that I had "coal in hand" -- that is to say, a good ol' chunk of black coal (in other words, my privates) in my hand. I dreamt I was having sex, but I woke up and realized I was only pleasuring myself. As far as blues lyrics go, this just makes more sense. I mean, what in the heck does "cold in hand" really mean??? Thanks for the help, dj, I will re-listen. It's hard to see how that tagline pertains to the opening line, isn't it?
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