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alyoung:
Agree completely that he's playing slide, rather than steel, John. The Twelves is another song in which he is quite clearly fretting notes with his fingers as well as the slide. When I was quite a bit younger and faster than I am now, I worked out The Twelves and even played it out (to the bemusement of folk audiences); it's not that difficult in concept -- it's playing as cleanly and quickly as Kokomo did that's the tricky part.

Johnm:
Hi all,
Kokomo Arnold accompanied himself out of Spanish tuning with a slide for his recording of "Your Ways And Actions".  What a cool title!  At various points in the course of the rendition it sounds like there is another guitarist seconding Kokomo Arnold, but I don't think there was--he's just getting a very full sound with big thumb brush strokes, playing time.  Here is the song:



INTRO

Now, your ways and your actions, speaks almost as loud as words
Now, your ways and your actions, speaks almost as loud as words
'Cause your dreamy eyes told me something, Lord, that I never heard

Now, you know that you love me, mama, why don't you tell me so?
Now, you know that you love me, mama, why don't you tell me so?
Because you're always hangin' 'round, knockin' on my door

Every time I see you, baby, my flesh begin to crawl
Every time I see you, baby, my flesh begin to crawl
Says, why don't you be good, put my mule a-kickin' in your stall?

How can I miss you, mama, Lord, when I got dead aim
How can I miss you, mama, Lord, when I got dead aim
Says I feel so different, 'til this old world don't look the same

Now, there's nothing that I can do, I've did all in this world that I could
Now, there's nothing that I can do, I did all in this world that I could
Now, she's gone and left me, she didn't mean me no good

All best,
Johnm

alyoung:
There is a bass (or "imitation string bass") behind Kokomo on this track.

Johnm:
Thanks for that information, Al.  I thought it sounded kind of thick there sometimes.  I'll note that in Weeniepedia.  Thanks!
All best,
Johnm

Johnm:
Hi all,
I figured that since I was going to offer the opening verse of Kokomo Arnold's "Slop Jar Blues" for the Quote Oracle, I may as well transcribe the whole song.  I'd say Kokomo Arnold didn't have a lot of problems getting in touch with his anger, at least lyrically.  Peg Leg Howell preceded Kokomo Arnold in singing the second verse, in his "New Prison Blues".  How did audiences of his day react to such a line?  Was it considered funny?  It's pretty intense for mass entertainment.  He played the song out of Vestapol, and it is musically identical to a host of his other songs.  Here it is:



INTRO

Says, I feel just like, mama, throwin' my slop jar in your face
Says, I feel just like, mama, throwin' my slop jar in your face
Says, you done lost your mind, and let that low-down rounder take my place

Now, I could cut your throat, mama, and drink your blood like wine
Yes, I could cut your throat, mama, and drink your blood like wine
'Cause you's a old dirty buzzard, and you sure done lost your mind

Mama, here I am, right out in the cold again
Mama, here I am, right out in the cold again
Says, the woman that I'm lovin', got brains just like a turkey hen

Says, I'd rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico
Says, I'd rather be a catfish, down in the Gulf of Mexico
And to hear the woman I'm lovin', says, "Sweet papa, I got to go."

Then I cried, 'til my pillow got soakin' wet
Then I cried, 'til my pillow got soakin' wet
Says, I walked all the way up Beale Street, I bow my head at every gal I met

All best,
Johnm

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