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Garfield Akers recorded "Cottonfield Blues Part One" and "Cottonfield Blues Part Two" in Memphis on September 23, 1929, and was seconded by Joe Callicott on both tracks. Both players were from North Mississippi, near Hernando, very close to Memphis. For the two songs, both guitarists were playing out of A position in standard tuning, and the tightness with which their guitar parts were integrated and the degree of exactitude with which they linked up their time-keeping was truly miraculous.
If anything, Akers' singing was even stronger than his playing. On Part Two, in particular, the way that he held his notes and worried them makes the performance inimitable. In a way, these two tracks remind me of Charlie Patton's "High Water Everywhere, Parts One and Two"; not that they are similar musically, but rather that in each instance, Part One is superlatively strong, but Part Two is otherworldly. I have most of the lyrics, I think, but as usual, I always miss something or am not sure, so help with the bent bracketed passages or anywhere else I got it wrong is appreciated.
Here is "Cottonfield Blues, Part One":
"Cottonfield Blues, Part One"
I said, "Look-a-here, mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
I said, "Look-a-here, Mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
You gonna make me love you, you gonna break my heart in two?"
I said, "You don't want me, what made you want to lie?"
I said, "If you didn't want me, mama, what made you want to lie?
Now the day you quit me, fair brown, sugar, that's the day you die."
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you dead, mama, buried in some cypress grove
Then to hear of some gobbler, mama, snatchin' up your clothes
It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
Mama, a long brownskin come, man, drove me 'way
Lord, my baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
My baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
Ah, put the poor boy wonderin', Lord, they walkin' the road
Ah, it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
I say it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
Now that trouble here, mama, baby, good gal, I don't know
Edited 3/24 to pick up corrections from dj
Edited 3/26 to pick up corrections/corroboration from dj and banjo chris
Here is "Cottonfield Blues, Part 2":
"Cottonfield Blues, Part Two"
I got somethin' to tell you, mama, keep it all to yourself
Don't you tell your mama, don't you tell nobody else
Mama, writin' you a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the air
I'm gonna write me a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the air
Said, I know you will catch it, babe, in this world somewhere
Said, I know you catch it, mama, in the world somewhere
I'm gonna write me a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the sky
Mama, I know you'll catch it, when the wind blows on its bye
SOLO
Ooooooooooooooooh, mama, I don't know what to do
I said, oh baby, gal, I don't know what to do
I know, sugar, it's the on the account of you, Lord
Ooooooooooooooooh, that's the last word she said
And I just can't remember, baby, the last old word you said
Edited 3/24, to pick up corrections from dj
All best,
Johnm
Garfield Akers recorded "Cottonfield Blues Part One" and "Cottonfield Blues Part Two" in Memphis on September 23, 1929, and was seconded by Joe Callicott on both tracks. Both players were from North Mississippi, near Hernando, very close to Memphis. For the two songs, both guitarists were playing out of A position in standard tuning, and the tightness with which their guitar parts were integrated and the degree of exactitude with which they linked up their time-keeping was truly miraculous.
If anything, Akers' singing was even stronger than his playing. On Part Two, in particular, the way that he held his notes and worried them makes the performance inimitable. In a way, these two tracks remind me of Charlie Patton's "High Water Everywhere, Parts One and Two"; not that they are similar musically, but rather that in each instance, Part One is superlatively strong, but Part Two is otherworldly. I have most of the lyrics, I think, but as usual, I always miss something or am not sure, so help with the bent bracketed passages or anywhere else I got it wrong is appreciated.
Here is "Cottonfield Blues, Part One":
"Cottonfield Blues, Part One"
I said, "Look-a-here, mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
I said, "Look-a-here, Mama, what in the world are you tryin' to do?"
You gonna make me love you, you gonna break my heart in two?"
I said, "You don't want me, what made you want to lie?"
I said, "If you didn't want me, mama, what made you want to lie?
Now the day you quit me, fair brown, sugar, that's the day you die."
I'd rather see you dead, buried in some cypress grove
I'd rather see you dead, mama, buried in some cypress grove
Then to hear of some gobbler, mama, snatchin' up your clothes
It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
It was early one mornin', just about the break of day
Mama, a long brownskin come, man, drove me 'way
Lord, my baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
My baby quit me, she done set my trunk outdoors
Ah, put the poor boy wonderin', Lord, they walkin' the road
Ah, it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
I say it's trouble here, mama, it's troubles everywhere you go
Now that trouble here, mama, baby, good gal, I don't know
Edited 3/24 to pick up corrections from dj
Edited 3/26 to pick up corrections/corroboration from dj and banjo chris
Here is "Cottonfield Blues, Part 2":
"Cottonfield Blues, Part Two"
I got somethin' to tell you, mama, keep it all to yourself
Don't you tell your mama, don't you tell nobody else
Mama, writin' you a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the air
I'm gonna write me a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the air
Said, I know you will catch it, babe, in this world somewhere
Said, I know you catch it, mama, in the world somewhere
I'm gonna write me a letter, I'm gonna mail it in the sky
Mama, I know you'll catch it, when the wind blows on its bye
SOLO
Ooooooooooooooooh, mama, I don't know what to do
I said, oh baby, gal, I don't know what to do
I know, sugar, it's the on the account of you, Lord
Ooooooooooooooooh, that's the last word she said
And I just can't remember, baby, the last old word you said
Edited 3/24, to pick up corrections from dj
All best,
Johnm