Did Willie McTell really write it like he said? 'cause I'm pretty sure I heard some classic female singer singing it, I think it was a 20's recording... Or did I imagine?
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Did Willie McTell really write it like he said? 'cause I'm pretty sure I heard some classic female singer singing it, I think it was a 20's recording... Or did I imagine?
DG&R has the following:
Martha Copeland, w/clarinet an piano, 5 May 1927 Nannie McKinney, w/piano, 24 June 1927 Viola McCoy, w/cl, piano, late August 1927 Rosa Henderson, w/piano, late Sept 1927 Willie McTell, 5 Nov 1940 LoneWolf
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Were all the other artists from Georgia? I'd guess no, but there's no biographical info in DG&R. Take Google for a spin, let us know what you find.
Henderson - Kentucky (1968 obituary)
McCoy - Mississippi (Howard Rye, Document booklet) Remainder elude me. I only have the Rosa Henderson version and, apart from the gambler being Jim Johnson, it is virtually the same song. Very vaudevillian in both approach and style. What's required is somebody who owns 78s to see who is credited as composer.
LATER EDIT: I tell a lie, I have the Martha Copeland version courtesy of the Document complete works. The lyric is the same and John Wilby in his booklet states that the prolific Porter Grainger is given as composer. I always had the sense Willie added some content to an earlier song. It would be great to get transcriptions down. Here's one of Willie's, can't remember if I cribbed it from somewhere else or transcribed it myself. If I cribbed it I would have checked it:
The Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues, Blind Willie McTell from Complete Library of Congress Recordings (1940) (Document BDCD-6001) & Legendary Library of Congress Session (Elektra 301) Little Jesse was a gambler, night and day He used crooked cards and dice Sinful guy, good hearted but had no soul Heart was hard and cold like ice Jesse was a wild reckless gambler, won a gang of change Although' a many gambler's heart he led in pain Began to spend a-loose his money Began to be blue, sad and all alone His heart had even turned to stone What broke Jesse's heart while he was blue and all alone Sweet Lorena packed up and gone Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down Boys I got to die today He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside Here are the words he had to say Guess I ought to know Exactly how I wants to go (How you wanna go, Jesse?) Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers Let 'em be veiled down in black I want nine men going to the graveyard, Bubba And eight men comin' back I want a gang of gamblers gathered 'round my coffin-side Crooked card printed on my hearse Don't say the crapshooters'll never grieve over me My life been a doggone curse Send poker players to the graveyard Dig my grave with the ace of spades I want twelve polices in my funeral march High sheriff playin' blackjack, lead the parade I want the judge and solic'ter who jailed me 14 times Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?) Let a deck of cards be my tombstone I got the dyin' crapshooter's blues Sixteen real good crapshooters Sixteen bootleggers to sing a song Sixteen racket men gamblin' Couple tend bar while I'm rollin' along He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel 26 off-a South Bell 29 women outta North Atlanta Know little Jesse didn't pass out so swell His head was achin', heart was thumpin' Little Jesse went to hell bouncin' and jumpin' Folks, don't be standin' around ole Jesse cryin' He wants everybody to do the Charleston whilst he dyin' One foot up, a toenail dragging Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon Come here mama with that can of booze The dyin crapshooter's, leavin' the world The dyin' crapshooter's, goin' down slow With the dyin' crapshooter's blues I always had the sense Willie added some content to an earlier song.Odd serses from the 1880s Dying Cowboy/Streets Of Laredo/St James' Infirmary creep into the latter part of Crapshooter. A.L. Lloyd"s "Background To St.James' Infirmary Blues" (Keynote, Jan 1947 p 10-14) examines those songs. bobo
The Rosa Henderson Lyrics are not the same as McTells. Some are the same, McTell changed some of the wording and added many more words.
I think on the "Last Sessions" album McTell explains the song as says something like "I had to steal music from everywhere to make it..." Hmm, as soon as we figure out the exact quote it can go in our "quote drive" thread.
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I think on the "Last Sessions" album McTell explains the song as says something like "I had to steal music from everywhere to make it..." Hmm, as soon as we figure out the exact quote it can go in our "quote drive" thread. "I had to steal music from every which a way to get it ... to get it to fit." According to him he began the song in 1929 but didn't finish till 1932. How long it might have taken if Grainger hadn't given him the basic structure is anybody's guess! On the intro to "Beedle Um Bum," McTell says of his songwriting: "I'd jump 'em [my songs] from other writers, but I'd 'range 'em up my way." Pages: [1] Go Up
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