« Reply #120 on: September 17, 2017, 07:45:04 PM »
Jail Bird Love Song - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: F Main guitar position: F Fiddle position: F Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: When I was a rounder, I stopped in New Orleans I was a great long way away from home, I didn't know nobody that I seen I was walking along the street one day, I didn't mean no harm The police looked and seen me and they began to make their alarm Ain't it hard, ain't it hard Just looking through the bars The police looked and seen me and they began to make their alarm
They seen I was a stranger, they soon got on my trail Soon they had me surrounded and carried me to the city jail Ain't it hard, ain't it hard Just looking through the bars Soon they had me surrounded and carried me to the city jail
When I got in jail I didn't know what to do There was no-one I knew I could carry my troubles to Now ain't it hard, ain't it hard Just looking through the bars There was no-one I knew I could carry my troubles to
By and by I wrote my dear old mother, it made her lonesome and blue Son you need not worry, Mother's coming after you Now ain't it grand, ain't it grand I don't see how she can stand Said son you need not worry, Mother's coming after you
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« Reply #121 on: September 17, 2017, 07:46:39 PM »
Yodeling Fiddling Blues - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: F Main guitar position: F Fiddle position: F Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: Out in San Antone, Texas, a long, long way from home I said San Antone, Texas, a long, long way from home I would love to live there but I will be all alone Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee
My baby says she don't want me, she's calling someone else her own, Lord, Lord Baby says she don't want me, she's calling someone else her own I will have to learn to live out here in San Antone Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee
Going learn to yodel, that's the way to win a home, Lord, Lord Going learn to yodel, that's the way to win a home And you will be the only sheik, it is in San Antone Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee
These yodeling blues make a Texas woman leave her home These yodeling blues make a Texas woman leave her home I see the way you going, you sure won't be here long Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee
spoken: Oh play it, Mr. Man
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« Reply #122 on: September 17, 2017, 07:47:53 PM »
Baby Keeps Stealin' Lovin' On Me - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: B-flat Main guitar position: B-flat Fiddle position: B-flat Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born I already pays the house I already buys the clothes What makes her steal now, I sure don't know My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born Well, she don't steal silver She don't steal gold Mess around the bakershop and steal jellyroll My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon
spoken: Oh, step on it
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born I was sitting in the corner Just still as a lamb Wasn't too still to hear the back door slam My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born You'd better do your stealing While the stealing is grand It will be all over when I get my mojo hand My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me I'm going to catch her soon
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« Reply #123 on: September 17, 2017, 07:50:12 PM »
River Bottom Blues - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: B-flat Main guitar position: B-flat Fiddle position: B-flat Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: Nobody knows the river bottoms like I do Nobody knows river bottoms like I do Crying it's the reason I know them I travelled them through and through
I went to the station, looked up at the sign I went to the station, looked up at the sign Crying if the train don't hurry it's gonna be some walking done
Man, you can always tell when your baby gonna treat you mean Crying you can always tell when your baby gonna treat you mean You get your meals unregular, house ain't never clean
Now you can mighty easy tell when your faro's gonna throw you down Now you can mighty easy tell when your faro's gonna throw you down Now she won't say nothing but her face all filled with frown
spoken: Oh, step on it
I hear the railroad poppin' and the ties begin to cry I hear the railroad poppin' and the ties begin to cry Wonder did it bring me my baby or leave her, pass on by
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« Reply #124 on: September 17, 2017, 07:51:35 PM »
Bootlegger's Blues - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: G (f) Main guitar position: G Fiddle position: G Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: There's a whiskey on my back and the sheriff is on my track I'm gonna make it to the woods if I can I'll take your word to go my bail rather to go to the county jail You'd better make it to the woods if you can If you can, if you can You'd better make it to the woods if you can
If want to have to leave home, you just set with a bottle of corn You got to make it to the woods if you can You may think they doing you wrong but they'll send you to the county farm You'd better make it to the woods if you can If you can, if you can You'd better make it to the woods if you can
When you go out for a load, the sherriff will stop you on the road You'll have to make it to the woods if you can It's a real surprising thing, that's to hear those forty-four ring You'd better make it to the woods if you can If you can, if you can You'd better make it to the woods if you can
spoken: Boys, they sure get the [jail] about liquor
Ever since the state went dry, the bootleggers have to stand shy They gonna keep out the way of the sheriff if they can If they can, if they can They gonna keep out the way of the sheriff if they can
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« Reply #125 on: September 17, 2017, 07:53:06 PM »
Loose Like That - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: B Main guitar position: B-flat Fiddle position: B-flat Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck
Lyrics: Bo: Where you going all dolled up Too-Tight? Walter: Down here to a skin ball, of course. Bo: Skin ball? What is that, Too-Tight? Walter: Take out the eights, nines and tens so the women can play as well as the men. Bo: Well, who gonna play down there tonight? Walter: Me of course. Bo: Well, is you gonna dance any down there, Too-Tight? Walter: Of course, of course. Bo: Well, I'd better go back home and get my dancing slippers and come by and get my gal. Walter: Of course. Bo: Now, what are you gonna give down there tonight, Too-Tight? Walter: I'm gonna give them "It's Loose Like That." Bo: Well, let's hear from you, then, Too-Tight.
It's too tight baby, it's tight like that It's too tight baby, it's tight like that It's too tight baby, it's tight like that Too tight baby for me
It's too loose baby, it's loose like that It's too loose baby, it's loose like that It's too loose baby, it's loose like that It's too loose baby for me
spoken: That's what I'm talking about, it's too loose
It's too jelly baby, it's jelly like that It's too jelly baby, jelly like that It's too jelly baby, jelly like that Too jelly baby for me
It's too rough baby, it's rough like that Too rough baby, rough like that Too rough baby, it's rough like that Too rough baby for me
It's too red baby, it's red like that Too red baby, red like that Too red baby, it's red like that Too red baby for me
You're too mean baby, you're mean like that Too mean baby, you're mean like that You're too mean baby, you're mean like that You're too mean baby for me
spoken: Oh, fiddle it Mr. Fiddler
It's too blue baby, it's blue like that Too blue baby, it's blue like that Too blue baby, it's blue like that Too blue baby for me
You're too black baby, you're black like that You're too black baby, you're black like that You're too black baby, you're black like that You're too black baby for me
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« Reply #126 on: September 17, 2017, 07:54:20 PM »
Sitting On Top Of The World No. 2 - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: G (f) Main guitar position: G Fiddle position: G Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: I begged you baby, with tears in my eyes But still you dog me, cause me to cry And now she's gone, I don't worry I'm still on top of the world
I shed a tear all over my clothes Just crying and begging you, "Baby, please don't go" But now she's gone, I don't worry I'm still on top of the world
The boys and girls sung this lonesome song About when she left me, hurt me to the bone But now she's gone, I don't worry I'm still on top of the world
This is what I will say just as you going There'll be no more worrying from this day on Because she's gone, I don't worry I'm still on top of the world
Now when I'm dead and in my grave Then no more women will I crave Because I'll be gone, you need to worry I'm still on top of the world
Now when I'm sleeping and in my grave Just [think] [how] poor Walter used to be a slave But now he's gone, you need to worry I'm still on top of the world
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« Reply #127 on: September 17, 2017, 07:55:29 PM »
Your Good Man Caught The Train And Gone - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: G (f) Main guitar position: G Fiddle position: G Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: If you don't want me, won't you please tell me so, sweet mama? If you don't want me, won't you please tell me so? I can get a woman anywhere I go
Just as sure as you hear me singing this lonesome song, sweet mama Just as sure as you hear me singing this lonesome song Where it ain't no loving, it ain't no getting along
You can treat me mean, mean as you can be, sweet mama You can treat me mean, mean as you can be But there is coming a day you will be longing for me
You will long for me but I will be far away, sweet mama You will long for me but I will be far away Then you will miss my loving each night and day
I laid down last night, tried to take my rest, sweet mama I laid down last night, I tried to take my rest My mind begin to ramble like wild geese in the west
When you get up in the morning, begin to sing this lonesome song, sweet mama When you get up in the morning, sing this lonesome song I had a good man, he caught the train and gone
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« Reply #128 on: September 17, 2017, 07:56:35 PM »
Times Done Got Hard - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: F Main guitar position: F Fiddle position: F Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: Times seem so hard look like my road have turned to stone The times seem so hard look like my road have turned to stone When every friend you have done shook hands and gone
There's a man named Pete he walks the street each and every day There's a man named Pete he walks the street each and every day And if the times don't get better he will run the [Lofton] [man] away
Now, when Needmore get you, ain't no use of crying I say when Needmore get you it ain't no use of crying And you will know for sure, boys, that's strictly hard time
Boys, when you get lazy and refuse to go Boys, when you get lazy and refuse to go [] [] man will come and get you by the name of Needmore
spoken: Oh, step on it
The times seem so hard until the men [will chance] their blinds The times seem so hard until the men [will chance] their blinds They will ask you for a nickel and make it to the bakershop-a-flying
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« Reply #129 on: September 17, 2017, 07:57:42 PM »
Unhappy Blues - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: F Main guitar position: F Fiddle position: F Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be No place I go to seem like home to me
Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me Bad whiskey and women caused me can't see no peace
I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall It was doctors and lawyers said "Son, you's the cause of it all."
And the day is growing older, oh, and the night's growing near And the day is growing older, oh, the night's growing near And some got six months, oh, I've got a year
spoken: Oh, step on it
And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone For I'm so unhappy out here on the county farm
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« Reply #130 on: September 17, 2017, 07:58:48 PM »
Still I'm Travelling On - 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: I'm a stranger here, nobody knows my name Everything that happens they says I'm to blame But still I'm traveling along, still I'm traveling along Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load
They done me wrong, talk about me when I'm asleep Along about day I made my 'fore day creep I'm just traveling along, I'm just traveling along Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load
spoken: Oh, step on it
Some of these mornings, I'm going to shout When your mean ways have done worried out Then I'll be traveling along, then I'll be traveling along Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load
spoken: I mean step on it
I went to leave, she put rocks in my road Doing everything to get me not to go But still I travel right on, still I travel right on Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load
spoken: Oh, stomp it spoken: Uh
It have been days that you were nice and kind But it seems like now you've left this world behind That's why I'm traveling along, that's why I'm traveling along Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load
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« Reply #131 on: September 17, 2017, 08:00:07 PM »
Honey Babe Let The Deal Go Down - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: B-flat (f) Main guitar position: B-flat Fiddle position: B-flat Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: Honey babe, please let the deal go down Honey babe, please let the deal go down We can get the money, walk on down through town
I'm a stranger to you and you's a stranger to me I'm a stranger to you and you's a stranger to me If you be my babe how happy I will be
I've traveled until, traveled the whole world through I've traveled until, traveled the whole world through I found a woman looked as sweet to me as you
Now, honey babe, you got me troubled in mind Now, honey babe, you got me troubled in mind You keep me worried and bothered all the time
I ain't mean, I'm good as I can be I ain't mean, I'm good as I can be Tell me sweet babe, what fault you find of me
« Reply #132 on: September 17, 2017, 08:01:12 PM »
She Ain't No Good - 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: I had a girl, she was just that kind, I thought I would make her mine But when I looked the matter through, she was the worst of kind She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good When I come to find her out I found she was no good
Some men likes a country girl, my girl lives in town A town girl will be loving you when the country girl messes around She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good When you see them, brother, lives in the woods, you know she ain't no good
A town girl will get one man and always treat him well But a country girl will get her ten men and give them all hell She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good She wants every man in the neighborhood, you know she ain't no good
A yellow gal drinks her corn whiskey, brownskin do the same The country girl get a chew of Brown's Mule but she's getting drunk just the same She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good She wants every man in the neighborhood, you know she ain't no good
I went to the country girl's house and only one night I spent I got up the next morning and come back home, been running ever since Oh, she ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good Deliver me from a country girl because she ain't no good
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« Reply #133 on: September 17, 2017, 08:02:24 PM »
Ramrod Blues - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: G-flat (s) Main guitar position: G Fiddle position: G Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: I wonder where is the ramrod belongs to my gun I wonder where is the ramrod belongs to my gun My brother got one but I can't use it none
What good is a house without a back yard What good is a house without a back yard What good is a gun without a ramrod
I rammed my gun every morning 'fore day I rammed my gun every morning 'fore day When I woke up this morning my ramrod was gone away
I took you baby when you was hand to hand Telling everybody that I was your loving man Now I'm down, times is hard You want to give some other girl your ramrod
Now how you think that I can have my fun Now how you think that I can have my fun When I ain't got the ramrod belongs to my gun
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« Reply #134 on: September 17, 2017, 08:03:28 PM »
Stop And Listen Blues No. 2 - Mississippi Sheiks Actual pitch: D-flat (s) Main guitar position: Dropped D Fiddle position: D Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: n/a
Lyrics: When I left town this morning I was on my way back home Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama When I left town this morning I was on my way back home I heard the church bells making a mournful tone
I stopped and listened as the bells continued on Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama I stopped and listened as the bells continued on I know by that it's somebody's dead and gone
When I got home the peoples met me and said Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama When I got home the peoples met me and said Now, run here Walter, your sweet little faro's dead
When I got home I was begin to scream and cry Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama When I got home I was begin to scream and cry I thought my little baby was too cute to die
I went to the churchhouse cried at the door Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama I went to the churchhouse cried at the door I never will see my sweet babe ever anymore
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