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Country Blues Lyrics / Re: Buddy Boy Hawkins lyrics
« Last post by Johnm on April 05, 2024, 02:46:13 PM »Hi all,
Buddy Boy Hawkins recorded "Number Three Blues" at a session in Chicago around April of 1927. He played it in Spanish tuning, as he did all of his recorded numbers. What a beautiful tone he had on the guitar! It's not a quality that was all that common in early blues recording. His concept for playing in Spanish tuning was all his own, too. Here is "Number Three Blues", and I'd appreciate help with anything I'm missing or have wrong.
INTRO
I done lost all my money, I ain't got nowhere to go
I say I done lost all my money, ain't got me nowhere to go
I believe to my soul, I'm 'bout to lose my brown
All these women gets mad, 'cause I wants twa, twa, twa, twa
All you women gets mad, 'cause I wants twa, twa, twa, twa
All these women gets mad, Buddy Boy, 'cause, I want dee dat dat dah
I say I flagged Number 4, mama, she kep' on easin' by
I flagged Number 4, she kep' on easin' by
I couldn't do anything, partner, but fold my little arms and cry
Here come Number 3, with her headlights turned down
I said here comes Number 3, with her headlights turned down
I believe to my soul, she's Alabama bound
Apples on my table, peaches on my shelf
Apples on my table, peaches on my shelf
I've got to stay there, to eat 'em all by myself
CODA
Edited 4/6 to pick up corrections from banjochris and Blues Vintage
All best,
Johnm
Buddy Boy Hawkins recorded "Number Three Blues" at a session in Chicago around April of 1927. He played it in Spanish tuning, as he did all of his recorded numbers. What a beautiful tone he had on the guitar! It's not a quality that was all that common in early blues recording. His concept for playing in Spanish tuning was all his own, too. Here is "Number Three Blues", and I'd appreciate help with anything I'm missing or have wrong.
INTRO
I done lost all my money, I ain't got nowhere to go
I say I done lost all my money, ain't got me nowhere to go
I believe to my soul, I'm 'bout to lose my brown
All these women gets mad, 'cause I wants twa, twa, twa, twa
All you women gets mad, 'cause I wants twa, twa, twa, twa
All these women gets mad, Buddy Boy, 'cause, I want dee dat dat dah
I say I flagged Number 4, mama, she kep' on easin' by
I flagged Number 4, she kep' on easin' by
I couldn't do anything, partner, but fold my little arms and cry
Here come Number 3, with her headlights turned down
I said here comes Number 3, with her headlights turned down
I believe to my soul, she's Alabama bound
Apples on my table, peaches on my shelf
Apples on my table, peaches on my shelf
I've got to stay there, to eat 'em all by myself
CODA
Edited 4/6 to pick up corrections from banjochris and Blues Vintage
All best,
Johnm