Negros must stop the deluge of filth, which makers of records are marketing among them. The music of the 'Blues' is one thing, but whether good or bad, it is indefensible to put to it all the stench which ingenuity can drag out the under-world and camouflage with words of double meaning. Don't buy them! Don't go to people's houses who do buy them! Don't permit your race newspaper to bear that name and at the same time advertise flagrant immorality set to music. Do anything, do everything, filthy records must go. - Roy Wilkins, (attrib.) editorial in the December 31 1926 edition of the Kansas City Call, probably written by the man who ironically went on to head up the NAACP
Johnny Jones – Vocals, Piano Muddy Waters – Guitar Leroy Foster – Guitar Possibly Elgin Evans – Drums
Chicago, Illinois September, 1949
Piano in A
My baby told me last night to find yourself a job I told her Chicago was okay but these times was too doggone hard She say you're too lazy it's one thing my baby don't enjoy I told her everything is okay baby but I ain’t nothin’ but a big town playboy
She say you walk the streets all day you won't come home at night Now you know little Johnny that you ain’t treatin’ me right 'Cause you're too lazy it's one thing my baby don't enjoy She say everything is okay little Johnny but you ain’t nothin’ but a big town playboy
She say you go shop everyday that's one thing the people can't understand Now if you don't get yourself a job John I'm gonna get me a brand new man 'Cause you're too lazy it's one thing my baby don't enjoy She say everything is okay little Johnny you ain’t nothin’ but a big town playboy
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Johnny Jones – Vocals, Piano Muddy Waters – Guitar Leroy Foster – Guitar Possibly Elgin Evans – Drums
Chicago, Illinois September, 1949
Piano in E
My home in Shelby County that’s where I ‘long to be My home in Shelby County that’s where I ‘long to be I got womens down there mean the world and all to me
You take my Shelby County women and stand them all in a line You take my Shelby County women and stand them all in a line You can count them out one two three four five six seven eight nine
I got a gal on my gal I got a kid gal on my doggone kid I got a gal on my gal I got a kid gal on my doggone kid Sometime that gal get so buggish she can hardly keep it hid
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I believe the way "buggish" is usually used is to suggest that the "buggish" person is sexually aroused to the point of indiscretion, and lewd or embarrassing behavior.
I believe it's that gal get so "buggish" for Shelby County. I haven't got a clue what any of that third verse means. But it sounds good!
In addition to what John said about "buggish," that third verse means that he has a LOT of women – a girlfriend plus a girlfriend, and a "kid gal" or girl on the side and another girl on the side. Chris
Johnny Jones – Vocals, Piano J.T. Brown - Saxophone Elmore James - Guitar Ransom Knowling - Bass Odie Payne - Drums
October or November 9, 1953 Chicago, Illinois
Piano in Eb
I been up the line I been up the line I can’t find nothin’ to pacify my mind But here I am a hard working man and I'm doin’ the best I can
The call me little Johnny the lucky man I wish someone would give me a lucky hand But here I am a hard working man and I'm doin’ the best I can
I’m gon’ leave you baby and you know just so ‘Cause you know you foolin’ ‘round with mister so-and-so But here I am a hard working man and I'm doin’ the best I can
So bye bye baby I’m leavin’ you now ‘Cause I know you don’t mean little Johnny no good nohow But here I am a hard working man and I'm doin’ the best I can
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Johnny Jones – Vocals, Piano J.T. Brown - Saxophone Elmore James - Guitar Possibly Ransom Knowling - Bass Odie Payne - Drums
October 1953 Chicago, Illinois
Piano in G
I got something to tell you babe I know you can’t do You can’t love me and love my buddies too When you love’em baby you got to love’em right Love’em everday babe and love’em every night But she’s a sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman I ain’t gon’ tell you no lie
When a man get hairy you know he needs a shave When a woman get musty you know she needs a bathe But she’s a sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman don’t you know She’s a sweet little woman I ain’t gon’ tell you no lie
Squeeze me squeeze me baby and don’t let me fall Put my mule a kicking in your stall But she’s a sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman I ain’t gon’ tell you no lie
I like you mama but she won’t do this I hit her ‘cross the head with my great big fist Clock on the shelf singing tick tick tick Your mama in the corner doin’ I don’t know which Four five six seven eight nine ten I like your mama she got too many mens Ashes to ashes you know and sand to sand Everytime I see her she got a brand new man But she’s a sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman don’t you know Sweet little woman I ain’t gon’ tell you no lie