Anybody got the words to Ash Can Blues? Here it is:
Heard it on the Juke, and it suits my style. Gotta learn that.
Heard it on the Juke, and it suits my style. Gotta learn that.
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Great piece - Old Country Stomp. Thomas apparently used to play a lot of kids' birthday parties. So did Blind Willie McTell - John Fahey, on Henry Thomas
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Anybody got the words to Ash Can Blues? Here it is:
Heard it on the Juke, and it suits my style. Gotta learn that. Cliff Carlisle, probably his most blusey song - also put in a juke request for "Goin' down the road feeling bad" and "Waiting for a ride" - I'm not sure if they are on there, but give it a try.
I have not got the lyrics to Ash Can but I could post an mp3 if you want and then you could transcribe 'em Do you play lap? What is so stupid is that despite doing things for the Juke I can't listen to it as my crappy DSL (theoretical) ISP is so lousy the connection is forever dropping out chipmonk doug
I found an mp3 on line.
http://thehound.net/19950708/mp3s/start11.mp3 and transcribed the words. Now I've just got to figure out how to get it out of the slide and into standard tuning.? Words as follows. Ash Can Blues - Cliff Carlisle - 1928? http://thehound.net/19950708/mp3s/start11.mp3 Mama if you want your ashes hauled step right up in line For you can't get your ashes hauled laggin' way behind Yodel Yodel I can see my my mama standin in my door, I see my my mama standin in my door, But daddy sense you stepped in I ain't got no ashes no more Yodel Said I could haul her ashes better than any other man (Laud, Laud) Said I could haul her ashes better than any other man Said I could sow my seed any time in her ash can Yodel (Man man let's go to town) My sweet mama done got her another man My sweet mama done got her another man Got her another daddy rootin' around in her ash can (sure do root) Yodel She look like she gotta pumpkin planted in her ash can (sure do) She look like she gotta pumpkin planted in her ash can Said that I could sow my seed better than any other man Yodel The carried her to the jailhouse behind the jailhouse wall She cryin' for her daddy can't get here ashes hauled (no sir) Yodel Hi Doug,
Congrats on a very clean set of lyrics for Ash Can Blues. Just one small item Iwould like to query and that is in teh line Got her another daddy routin' around in her ash can (sure do route) It may be an English / American use of language thing but for me the words (routin') and (route) should be (rootin') and (root) in this context. What do you think? Perhaps its just me being pedantic. Cheers and keep on pluckin' Steve chipmonk doug
You're right, Steve.? I never claimed to be an english teacher? , just a science teacher.? I fixed it.? and the double word "my" in the earlier line.
Now if I can get the chords worked out and learn to yodel,? I think it's somewhere between Eb and E for a key. Here is corrected words. Ash Can Blues - Cliff Carlisle - 1928? http://thehound.net/19950708/mp3s/start11.mp3 Mama if you want your ashes hauled step right up in line For you can't get your ashes hauled laggin' way behind Yodel Yodel I can see my mama standin in my door, I see my mama standin in my door, But daddy sense you stepped in I ain't got no ashes no more Yodel Said I could haul her ashes better than any other man (Laud, Laud) Said I could haul her ashes better than any other man Said I could sow my seed any time in her ash can Yodel (Man man let's go to town) My sweet mama done got her another man My sweet mama done got her another man Got her another daddy rootin' around in her ash can (sure do root) Yodel She look like she gotta pumpkin planted in her ash can (sure do) She look like she gotta pumpkin planted in her ash can Said that I could sow my seed better than any other man Yodel The carried her to the jailhouse behind the jailhouse wall She cryin' for her daddy can't get here ashes hauled (no sir) Yodel Hi all,
This thread hasn't been posted to since 2005, but I was reminded recently of a neat version of "Black Jack David" that Cliff Carlisle recorded. It was recorded at a session in Charlotte, North Carolina on July 26, 1939, and featured, in addition to Cliff on vocal and lap-style steel guitar, his brother Bill Carlisle on guitar and an unknown guitarist. Here is "Black Jack David"--a pretty jaunty and bluesy version of a song with roots in the British Isles: INTRO SOLO Black Jack David come a-ridin' through the woods, singin' so loud and merry Voice kep' a-ringin' through the green, green trees and he charmed the heart of a maiden, charmed the heart of a maiden SOLO "Come go with me, my pretty little miss, come go with me, my honey, Come go with me, my pretty little miss, you never shall want for money, you never shall want for money." SOLO "How old are you, my pretty little miss, how old are you, my honey, How old are you, my pretty little miss?" "I'll be sixteen next Sunday, be sixteen next Sunday." SOLO "Would you forsaken your husband dear, would you forsaken your baby, Would you forsaken your fine, fine home go with the Black Jack David, and go with the Black Jack David?" "Yes, I'll forsaken my husband dear and I'll forsaken my baby, I'll forsaken my fine, fine, home to go with the Black Jack David, go with the Black Jack David." (Spoken: 'Fraid old David's got somethin', boy. Yeah, boy.) SOLO He put on his high-heel boots, made of Spanish leather And then he took her in his arms, both rode away together, both rode away together SOLO (Spoken: Yeah, man, let's go) Last night she slept on a fine feather bed, beside her husband and baby Tonight she'll sleep on the cold, cold ground, beside of the Black Jack David, beside of the Black Jack David All best, Johnm Pages: [1] Go Up
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