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Offline Blues Vintage

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #75 on: January 17, 2021, 10:47:25 AM »
Mountain Blues


Big Bill Broonzy Ė Vocals, Guitar
Black Bob Ė Piano

July 3, 1935
Chicago, Illinois

Piano in C





Now some of these mornings it wonít be long
You goní and look for me baby Lord and Iíll be gone
Because Iím goní leave here in the morning Iím going way out west
Lord Iím going up in the mountain where the eagle builds his nest

Lord my home ainít here and I ainít goní stay
My woman done got so that she treats me any old way
You know Iím goní leave here in the morning Iím going way out west
Up in the mountain where the eagle builds his nest

Now listen here woman let me tell you a thing or two
You goní find you another man cause Iím through with you
Because Iím goní leave here in the morning Iím going way out west
Lord Iím going up in the mountain where the eagle builds his nest

Now let me tell you woman what you must do
You go find you someone else Ďcause Iím through with you
Because Iím goní leave here in the morning Iím going way out west
Lord Iím going up in the mountain where the eagle builds his nest

Lord if I could holler like a mountain jack
When I get up in the mountains I would call my baby back
Because Iím goní leave here in the morning Iím going way out west
Lord Iím going up in the mountain where the eagle builds his nest

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #76 on: January 18, 2021, 07:27:40 AM »
Match Box Blues


Big Bill Broonzy Ė Vocals, Guitar
Black Bob Ė Piano
Bill Settles - Bass

February 12, 1936
Chicago, Illinois

Piano in F





Standiní here wonderiní will a match box hold my clothes Lord mama donít you know your daddy cryiní baby
Standiní here wonderiní will a match box hold my clothes
When I leave this town I donít need no suitcase I know

Hey pretty mama tell me whatís the matter now Lord mama donít you know your daddy cryiní baby
Hey pretty mama tell me whatís the matter now
Causeí you tryiní quit your daddy but good gal you donít know how

Iím gonna cross Red River Iím sure gonna leave this town Lord mama donít you know your daddy worry
Iím goní cross Red River Iím sure gonna leave this town
Because the gal that Iím loviní she done tore my featherbed down

There's a bull dog in the alley jumpiní up against the chain Lord mama ainít that a cryiní shame baby
Bull dog in the alley jumpiní up against the chain
And I have got a brownskin woman thatís doiní me just the same

If my train donít run baby Iíve got a doggone mule to ride Lord mama goodbye fare-thee-well baby
My train donít run Iíve got a doggone mule to ride
Lord I donít have to catch him cause heís already tied
« Last Edit: February 05, 2021, 09:58:29 AM by Harry »

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #77 on: January 18, 2021, 12:46:37 PM »
Hi Harry,
I've got a couple of suggestions for "Matchbox Blues":
   3.1, 3.2, Red River should be capitalized since it is the proper name of a river
   3.3 BECAUSE THE gal that I'm lovin' . . .
   4.1 THERE'S A bulldog in the alley
   4.3 . . . 'cause he's already TIED
All best,
Johnm

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #78 on: January 18, 2021, 01:56:17 PM »
Thanks John

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #79 on: February 05, 2021, 05:52:01 AM »
W.P.A. Blues


Big Bill Broonzy Ė Vocals, Guitar
Black Bob Ė Piano
Bill Settles - Bass

May 27, 1936
Chicago, Illinois

Piano in G





Everybody working in this town and it's worryiní me night and day
Everybody working in this town and it's worryiní me night and day
Thatís that mean housewrecking crew hey that work for the W.P.A.
 
The landlord come this morning he knocked upon my door
Asked me was I going to pay my rent no more
He said you'll have to move if you can't pay
Then he turned and he walked slowly away
Then I know I have to try to find me some place to stay
Cause they goní tear my house down hey that crew from the W.P.A.

So I went to the relief station I didn't have a cent
They say stay on where you stayiní you don't have to pay no rent
Then when I got back home  they was tacking a sign on my door
Say this old house is condemned and you can't live here no more
Then a notion struck me Iíd better be on my way
Cause they goní tear my house down hey that crew from the W.P.A.

Well I started out the next morning I put a lock on my door
So I wouldnít move but I havenít got no place to go
The real estate people they done got so
They don't rent to no relief clients no more
And I know then I could walk the streets night and day
Cause they goní tear my house down hey that crew from the W.P.A.

A notion struck me to stay on a day or two
But I soon found out that that wouldn't do
Early the next morning I was laying in my bed
I heard a mighty rumbling and bricks come tumbliní on my head
I start ducking and dodging tryiní to get out of the way
Cause they tearing my house down hey that crew from that W.P.A.
« Last Edit: February 05, 2021, 05:54:28 AM by Harry »

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #80 on: February 05, 2021, 08:23:56 AM »
Hi Harry,

I would like to suggest that, in Matchbox Blues, Big Bill Broonzy is singing

Standiní here wonderiní, will a match box hold my clothes...

Cheers,

Jean

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #81 on: February 05, 2021, 09:58:08 AM »
Thanks Jean, it really sounds like he's singing "with" the first time.
But he got the lyrics from Jefferson I bet who sang "will" and "would" on different takes of the song.
I'll make that change.

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #82 on: August 08, 2021, 06:19:35 AM »
Oh Yes


Big Bill Broonzy Ė Vocals, Guitar
Fred Williams Ė Drums

September 14, 1939
Chicago, Illinois





INTRO

My woman goes to club meetiní, Lord, and she goes to parties too
But I never seed a/the party last as long as my womanís, parties do

Poor me, I canít raise no cotton, Lord, and I canít raise no corn
ĎCause these long billed/built boll weevils they wonít leave my, crops alone

Mmm hmm, oh yes little buddy, oh yeah, oh yes little buddy
Youíve been out, eatiní up what I had to buy now Iím gonna kill you when I get you home

SOLO

Ah when, my baby come home, Lord, me and her had a fight
I just had to hit that poor girl Ďcause she stayed out, all night

I went, to a/her place, Lord, and I didnít knock on the door
ĎCause I peeped to the crack and there was a pallet, down on the floor

Oh yes, mmm hmm little baby, oh yeah, oh yes doggone you
Gal, youíve been out, trucking all night long you know Iím gonna whup you when I get you home

OUTRO SOLO

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Re: Big Bill Broonzy Lyrics
« Reply #83 on: August 08, 2021, 03:50:27 PM »
Thanks for posting that song, Harry. It's pretty cool the way that Broonzy starts his verses on a III7 chord, goes to a sort of ambiguous VI minor chord which morphs into a IV7 chord and then straightens out on the back end of the form. In a short form like this, he ends up going pretty far very fast, in the chordal sense. For his solos, he switches to the progression of "Keep Your Hands Off Her". Considering how prolifically Broonzy recorded we have relatively few of his song lyrics transcribed, so it's always nice to get a new one.
All best,
Johnm

 


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