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I got a cigar box, I cut a hole in the top, put a board and nail it on there. And I taken four nails, put wire on 'em from a screen door for strings. I couldn't play it, but I rapped the sides, hootin' and hollerin'. I thought I was doin' something you know. - Furry Lewis recalls his first guitar

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Offline Blues Vintage

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Mississippi Matilda Lyrics
« on: September 26, 2020, 04:18:15 PM »
Hard Working Woman

"Mississippi" Matilda Powell - Vocals
Sonny Boy Nelson (Eugene Powell) - Guitar
Probably Willie Harris Jr. - Guitar

October 15, 1936
St. Charles Hotel, New Orleans, Louisiana





Lord I’m a hard workin’ woman and I work hard all the time
Lord I’m a hard workin’ woman and I work hard all the time
But it seem like my baby lord he is dissatisfied

I have to go to my work baby ‘tween midnight and day
I didn’t think my baby would treat me this a way
Go to my work baby ‘tween midnight and day
I didn’t think my baby lord would treat me this a way

Lord I’m a hard workin’ woman lord I’m becoming a rolling stone
Lord I’m a hard workin’ woman lord I’m becoming a rolling stone
And the way my baby treats me lord I ain’t gon’ be here long

Now do you remember the morning baby you knocked upon my door
You told me daddy you didn’t have nowhere to go
Can’t you remember you knocked upon my door
You told me baby you didn’t have no place to go

Lord I’m a hard working woman babe and I work hard sick or well
Lord I’m a hard working woman lord and I work hard sick or well
Lord all I gets from my baby hey hey is a heap of hell

 


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