I got most of part 1, but Part 2 -- I can barely understand a word! Anyone???
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Blues fans are just thick. You can play them any old rubbish and they'll cheer. It doesn't matter how badly you play because blues fans, who are supposed to he so intelligent, will accept anything, however abysmal' - Chris Mercer, quoted by the mysterious Neville Wiggins, The History of Rock Volume 5 Issue 56 (Stepping Out), 1983, p.1101-1103
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I got most of part 1, but Part 2 -- I can barely understand a word! Anyone???
Suzy I've got the whole thing transcribed at home -- I'll put it up tonight unless someone beats me to it.
Chris This is what I have - still can't make out the tail end of the first line... seems like it's the name of a food, but I can't make it scan:
I got a girl in a cafe downtown, where the [] [] [] She can't cook a decent meal but I do love her dessert Oh, it is so good, oh, it is so good But if you taste it once, you want to taste it twice The reason of that, it tastes so nice Because it is so good, oh, it is so good It's just as good, good as it can be The reason I love my good girl so, the reason I treat her right She got everything that suit my appetite Oh, it is so good, oh, it is so good Well, it smell like flowers and it taste like mince It don't make you think you ain't got good sense Because it is so good, oh, it is so good Well, it's just as good, good as it can be My girl come home one afternoon, sun was way up high She give me something make me wring my hands and cry Oh, it was so good, oh, it was so good Well, it wasn't no whiskey or neither no gin Whatsoever it was, I hope she bring it again Because it is so good, oh, it is so good Well, it's just as good, good as it can be Frankie -- I have for the first 2 lines --
I got a girl in a cafe downtown, where they make things gay She can't cook a decent meal but I do love her to say, I like the dessert idea, pronounced dessoit, but this was the closest I could get it to make sense. Chris Chris - your suggestion does make internal sense, but presents two problems - for me, anyway. The first is that the verse as you suggest it doesn't really fit with the theme of the rest of the verses - certainly not a huge issue with prewar blues lyrics, but the whole cooking/food theme does seem rather carefully worked out in this tune for him to have blown it off in the first verse.
The second is that at the end of the first line, "make things gay" scans well enough, but "they" doesn't fit at all. I'm fairly certain of "dessert" at the end of the first line, both from the sound and from the sense - it fits... it's just that damn end of the first line... I'd certainly sing your verse as an interim alternative, though. Yeah, I think dessert is right too, what I have is just my phonetic cop-out. I'll keep listening to it, though. Of course, if you're doing both parts, a verse or two could easily be excised.
Chris dj
The line is very close to "I got a girl in a cafe downtown, where the MADE THINGS WAIT". I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but the audible consonant and vowel sounds are "MAY THINS WAY". It could be "MADE THINGS WAIT", talking about baked goods or some such thing, but I really don't like that solution. Or it could be "MAID [?] WAIT", if Charlie's girl is a waitress.
dj
After a bit more listening, I think it's ""I got a girl in a cafe downtown, where THEY MAKE THINGS SWEET", with "they" shortened almost to "the", and "sweet" pronounced as "swait". It makes sense as something that would happen in a cafe, and fits with the "dessert" theme.
The first time I listened to this I heard "where THEY MAKE THINGS RIGHT" and I'm still hearing that. THEY is more like THA' or THE as dj notes. The sense of this doesn't necessarily work with the girl not being able to make a decent meal.
My 2 cents. How do. I finished transcribing the lyrics to "Your Valves Need Grinding" from the Document "Complete 1928-1932 Recordings" of Charlie McCoy.
Here's what I got--didn't seem too tough which usually means I've REALLY screwed up somewhere . I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more Good times all round handle it with care use it for the hills without shifting your gears But now your valves need grinding... I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more Screw up on your carburetor, tighten down on your coil Use this good Gulf gas and the best of oil Because your valves need grinding I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more When I had you baby you was in good trim Now since I left you running on her rims And your valves need grinding? I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more Wheels ain't no good spokes all out You don't know about that you gonna have a blow out Because your valves need grinding? I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more I said your valves need grinding won't hit on four no more Step on your gas refuse to crawl Take it to a mechanic and get it overhauled Because your valves need grinding... Hi Fkeller,
Looks darn close to me. A couple minor things. 3.4 Now since I left you running on THE rims 4.4 You KNOW BY that you gonna have a blow out Thanks for posting those. I hear "where they're making cake".
I find Charlie's accent quite unusual, "dessert" pronounced "dessoit", something I associate more with the urban Northeast, NJ, etc It Ain't No Good - Part 1 - Charlie McCoy
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: Every night when I go home, I knocked on the door All I can hear my landlady say, "You can't live here no more" Oh, it ain't no good, oh, it ain't no good I done used it all the summer, done used it all the fall Now it done got sore, I can't use it at all Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good It ain't no way to make it fit your size Walking along the street one night with a bottle of corn Here come a flapper with a few clothes on and she wanted to take me home Oh, she was no good, oh, it was no good It was made too big, it was made too wide It was no way to hew it down to my size Because it was no good, oh it was no good It ain't no way you can make it fit your size Oh, it was no good, oh, it was no good Now when you go down to her home You better back out of there and leave that alone Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good It ain't no way you can make it fit your size Me and my girl had a falling out, this is what it was all about She run around every night until she wore it out Oh, then it was no good, oh, it was no good Well I went home with a girl last night I got up this morning and the things wasn't right Because it was no good, oh it was no good It ain't no way to make it fit your size Oh, it was no good, oh, it was no good Well I love that girl, it's a natural fact But she ought to give me some of my money back Because it was no good, oh it was no good It ain't no way to make it fit your size It Ain't No Good - Part 2 - Charlie McCoy
Actual pitch: E-flat Main guitar position: E-flat Fiddle position: E-flat Mandolin position: n/a Second guitar position: D figures up the neck Lyrics: I went out with [a sweet] girl last night, hoping she would be mine But when I found everything out, it was a waste of time Oh, it was no good, oh, it was no good I met that girl and she looked mighty fine But when I found out, she's the sorriest kind Oh, she was no good, oh she was no good And it ain't no way to make it fit my size I buys her shoes and clothes and pays the house rent, too But when I looked the matter over, I seed that she would not do Oh, she was no good, oh, she was no good She treats me kind, she treats me good I would love her if I could But she ain't no good, oh she ain't no good And it ain't no way to make it fit my size Oh, it ain't no good, oh, it ain't no good I use tobacco, have every day But now it done got so they givin' it away Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good And it ain't no way to make it fit my size Oh, it ain't no good, oh, it ain't no good You used to could get it at the courthouse square But now you can get it most any old where Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good And it ain't no way to make it fit your size Oh, it ain't no good, oh, it ain't no good It ain't no bee but it sure will sting If you want to feel good, don't bother that thing Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good And it ain't no way to make it fit your size Oh, it ain't no good, oh, it ain't no good Once you get a taste, it'll go to your head But now if you smell it, it will knock you dead Because it ain't no good, oh it ain't no good And it ain't no way to make it fit your size
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