Topic: Mississippi Sheiks Lyrics

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Shooting High Dice - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G-flat
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Well, shooting them high dice and that woman of mine
Caused me to wear pawned briefs in the cold winter time
Now all of you men better take my advice
Just hold to your money, stop shooting them dice

Now, most every woman in the neighborhood
Will get all your money and don't mean you no good
When she get all you [got], you'll think you'll wend her home
You go there the next night, something going on wrong

Now this has caused me to live in a strain
Have spent all my money and it was in vain
But if I ever get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hold on to it like my only friend

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Isn't A Pain To Me - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: A
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
I've had a funny feeling all day and all night
Somehow here I don't get treated just right
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

I'm going to [leave] here today if I have to walk
Ever since I been here it's been the whole town's talk
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

I don't be happy no more, I've done got it bad
Thinking over the money that I once have had
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

Now, when you lose your money, don't lose your mind
If you lose your good girl, it's no use of crying
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

I've had so much trouble, I've take it for my name
If you ever have trouble, man, I want you to do the same
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

You will think you've left trouble all behind
Get well away from home, then it will roll across your mind
Oh, it's a pain to me, oh, it's a pain to me
I'm having so much trouble, oh, it's a pain to me

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She's Crazy About Her Lovin' - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D-flat
Main guitar position: Dropped D
Fiddle position: D
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
No use to ask the poor girl her name
Because she's looking for her loving man
She's just crazy about her loving, she's just crazy about her loving
Yes, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

Early this morning, just about day
She knock on my door and she told me she would stay
Because she's crazy about her loving, yes, she's crazy about her loving
Well, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

spoken: Whoa, step on it

Listen here, boys, it have come to pass
Ain't had my sugar since I had you last
Because she's crazy about her loving, yes, she's crazy about her loving
Well, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

If you ever wanted loving and wanted it bad
Can't get loving, man, don't get mad
Because she's crazy about her loving, yes, she's crazy about her loving
I said, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

Love is a thing, it makes you feel funny
All the girls want's just a little of your money
Then it's crazy about your loving, then it's crazy about your loving
Yes, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

spoken: Oh, she's crazy about it

When you get to loving, want you to love this way
Love her long time, it will drive the blues away
Then she's crazy about your loving, then she's crazy about your loving
Yes, she's crazy about your loving, she likes to have her fun

Loving everybody, all downtown
So much loving it's done carried you down
You're just crazy about your loving, you're just crazy about your loving
Yes, she's crazy about her loving, she likes to have her fun

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Tell Me To Do Right - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: A
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
You're telling me to do right, baby, and you won't do right yourself
You're telling me to do right, baby, and you won't do right yourself
Every time my back is turned, you're slipping and dodging with somebody else

I believe I'm going to leave you so you can take care of yourself
I believe I'm going to leave you so you can take care of yourself
And it's the reason I'm going to leave you, you can get you somebody else

I hate to leave you, but the talk is all over town
I hate to leave you, but the talk is all over town
About I been a good boy to you, but you gonna put the poor boy down

spoken: Oh, step on it

I know you're going to miss your good man when he's gone away
I know you're going to miss your good man when he's gone away
It may not be so soon, baby, but it will be along any lonesome day

It may be soon, baby, and it may be late
It may be soon, baby, and it may be late
They said she's a red-hot mama, Lord, and she sure won't wait

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The New Stop And Listen Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D-flat
Main guitar position: Dropped D
Fiddle position: D
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Lord, I went to the graveyard and looked deep down in here face
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
Lord, I went to the grave and looked deep down in here face
Crying, Lord, what a lonesome place

Well, the woman I'm loving, she's six feet in the clay
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
Lord, the woman I'm loving, she's six feet in the clay
Oh, the one I hate I sees her every day

Well, I went to the churchhouse, praying on my bended knee
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
Lord, I went to the churchhouse, praying on my bended knee
Crying, Lord, give me my baby, please

spoken: Whoa, step on it.

Well, I went to the graveyard, held up my right hand
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
Lord, I went to the graveyard, held up my right hand
I asked the graveyard to show me the right man

Ain't it sad to say, but the fun's all over now
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
Ain't it sad to say, but the fun's all over now
There is days that you didn't want me no-how

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Go 'Way Woman - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G-flat
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Last night and the night before
Saw another man knocking on your door
Oh, go away woman, I can't use you no more
Now you's a dirty mistreater, I can't use you no more

Latched on in the time and once before
I ain't gonna let you latch on me no more
Oh, go away woman, I can't use you no more
Now you's a dirty mistreater, I can't use you no more

I've always put a dollar in your hand
Now you doing your cooking for some other man
Oh, go away woman, I can't use you no more
Now you's a dirty mistreater, I can't use you no more

This life I'm living is misery to me
You always got me feeling so blue
Oh, go away woman, I can't use you no more
Now you's a dirty mistreater, I can't use you no more

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New Shake That Thing - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: A
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
So cold up north till the birds can't sing
The people down south is shaking that thing
Oh, shake that thing, oh, shake that thing
Well, the people down south will always shake that thing

I lay down last night, I was awful sick
I woke up this morning, she had my bucket fixed
But I had to shake that thing, oh, had to shake that thing
Well, the people down south, always going to shake that thing

I went down to the station, up to the train
I couldn't buy no ticket, for shaking that thing
Oh, shake that thing, oh, shake that thing
Well, the people down south will always shake that thing

I went down to the railroad, I laid my head on the track
The train come along, and it broke my back
Now I can't shake that thing, no, I can't shake that thing
Well, the people down south will always shake that thing

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The New Sittin' On Top Of The World - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G-flat
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Maybe today, or [] late
My baby got movements like a old Cadillac eight
I'll never leave her, because I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

I'll go away, I won't stay long
Thinking about that sweet thing I've left at home
I'll never leave her, I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

My baby loves me, tries to treat me right
Gives me her loving both day and night
I'll never leave her, I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

My baby says one thing, I know it is true
"Can't have another man and be good to you"
I'll never leave her, because I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

Up in Chicago, long ways from home
Wonder if somebody else, carrying my loving on
I'll never leave her, I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

I'm going home, buy a lock and key
To keep these men from stealing my loving from me
I'll never leave her, I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

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He Calls That Religion - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: A-flat
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Well the preacher used to preach to try to save souls
But now he's preaching just to buy jelly roll
Well, he calls that religion, yes, he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion when I know he's going to Hell when he dies

Was in church last night, happy as I could be
The old preacher was trying to take my wife from me
Well, he calls that religion, yes, he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion, I know he's going to Hell when he dies

Preacher always, he was a mighty true man
[He] [gives] [His] [command] and he [couldn't understand]
Well, he calls that religion, yes, he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion when I know he's going to Hell when he dies

spoken: Oh yeah, he calls that religion.

He will swear he's keeping God's command
Have women fussing and fighting all over the land
And then he calls that religion, well, he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion when I know he's going to Hell when he dies

The reason the people stopped going to church
They know that preacher was trying to do too much
But still he calls that religion, still he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion but I know he's going to Hell when he dies

Old Deacon Jones he was a preaching king
They caught him round the house trying to shake that thing
Oh, he calls that religion, yes, he calls that religion
Well, he calls that religion when I know he's going to Hell when he dies

spoken: Oh yeah, he call that religion.

Notes:
I can't commit to the third verse at all.  There's some relevant discussion in this thread at http://weeniecampbell.com/mambo/index.php?option=com_smf&Itemid=83&topic=1767.0

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Don't Wake It Up - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: E-flat (f)
Main guitar position: E-flat
Fiddle position: E-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Now the girl's got something, I don't know what it is
Every time you move it, Lord, I can't be still
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

I may be right, I may be wrong
Can't get to some girl's house for [old Armstrong]
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

spoken: Oh, don't wake it up

May have good hair, she may look neat
But when you take off the shoe you can smell the stinking feet
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

Now some of these girls, they will call you honey
But when you go to their house, they will smell mighty funny
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

spoken: Oh, don't wake it up

I'm going to tell you something baby, you know it's just right
Get a bar of P and G and take a bath tonight
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

She got up this morning, she looking mighty sweet
The mens all thought she's something good to eat
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

spoken: Oh, don't wake it up

Now some days I worry, some days I don't
You got something that I sure Lord want
So, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

Well it ain't no use to get rocks in your jaws
You ain't going to get none of my Santy Claus
Oh, don't wake it up, oh, don't wake it up
Now if you do, it will be too black bad

spoken: Don't wake it up.

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Please Baby - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D (s)
Main guitar position: E-flat
Fiddle position: E-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Please baby, please, baby
Won't you come back to your daddy one more time
You know, baby, you know, baby
When I get my money I will give you my last dime
When you left me babe, you left me feeling so blue
You know babe, I didn't love no one but you
Please baby, please, baby
Won't you come back to your daddy one more time

I'm so blue, baby, I'm so blue, baby
I can't sleep for dreaming, can't hardly talk for crying
You know, baby, you know, baby
You are always forever on my mind
You know, babe, I can't sleep at night
I go to take my meals I can't eat a bite
So please, baby, please, baby
Won't you come back to your daddy one more time

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I'll Be Gone, Long Gone - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: C
Main guitar position: C
Fiddle position: n/a
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a
Piano accompaniment



Lyrics:
I beg you, baby, to treat me right
Now I'm going to leave you, honey, tomorrow night
I'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

I work hard, baby, give you all my dough
Now you gone to acting so funny, I'm bound to go
I'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

You may have men around your house, everywhere you be
But someday, baby, you gonna long for me
I'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

You going to be sorry, sorry to your heart
But someday, baby, we'll have to part
I'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

It's no use to grieve, no use to cry
You sure miss your water, honey, when your well go dry
But it'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

You may be happy everywhere you be
But someday, baby, you'll long for me
I'll be gone, long gone, to never come back no more

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Kitty Cat Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D-flat
Main guitar position: Dropped D
Fiddle position: D
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: Dropped D



Lyrics:
I wonder where is that woman that carried my kitty cat away
Wonder where is that woman that carried my kitty cat away
I haven't had no cat to catch my rat today

An old kitty cat is a good thing to have in town
An old kitty cat is a good thing to have in town
To catch your rat at home, won't have to run around

She taken kitty to the dance and I didn't care about that
Taken kitty to the dance and I didn't care about that
Oh, but she's making my kitty cat paw some other rat

spoken: Come on.

I haven't had no kitty cat to crawl around my bed today
I haven't had no kitty cat to crawl around my bed today
My rat is getting so bad, I believe he's going to stray

I'm calling her "Kitty, kitty, won't you please come-a-here?"
Calling her "Kitty, kitty, won't you please come-a-here?"
There's no use to run around when you've got a rat ready here in your bed

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Show Me What You Got - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D
Main guitar position: E-flat
Fiddle position: E-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck



Lyrics:
Oh, some people tell me that it's bottled in bond
No, it ain't nothing but homemade corn
Oh, show me what you got, oh, show me what you got, oh baby
Show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

Yes, you walking around here talking about liquor for sale
First thing you know they will have you in jail
You have to show him what you got, oh, show him what you got
Yes, show him what you got, show him what you got for sale

Some got pints, some got quarts
When you get in jail, you will have a many [brought]
Oh, show me what you got, oh, show me what you got, oh baby
Show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

spoken: Oh, step on it.

Ain't no use, man, to act so wise
What it take to get it, you got a forty-five
Oh, show me what you got, oh, show me what you got, oh baby
Show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

Now, you can wring it, you can twist it, you can step on the tail
You're bound to need somebody for to go your bail
Oh, show me what you got, oh, show me what you got
Oh, show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

Now, see here, man, allow me one more chance
I'll bring you some money if I have to pawn my pants
Oh, show me what you got, oh, show me what you got, oh baby
Show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

Now it ain't no use to get rocks in your jaw
Never no more will you see Santy Claus
Without you show me what you got, oh, show me what you got
Yes, show me what you got, show me what you got for sale

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Hitting The Numbers - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: A-flat
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a



Lyrics:
Laid down last night, something on my mind
Thought about that black woman and I played the line
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world

I played yesterday and the day before
Going back tomorrow, gonna play some more
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world

Laid down last night, didn't close my eyes
Just thinking of playing three, four and five
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world

Played the three, four and five, thought about the six
But the seven and eight woulda brought my money back quick
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world

Sometime I [skip] back, thirty, twelve and ten
Playing policy once, you have to play again
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world

They will take the last dime out of the nation sack
Write me up some numbers, [three-way] [] and []
If I hit the numbers, I won't worry
I'll be sitting on top of the world