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Offline alyoung

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #75 on: January 19, 2013, 01:17:55 AM »
From the dim recesses of my memory I seem to recall learning long ago that the mystery word was a brand name, and it was "Tango rocking chair". Which does sound right. A quick Google turns up a brand of rocking horse called Tango; I haven't chased it any further. Does this jog anyone else's memory? (I must confess that I dropped the word when I learned the song myself; much easier than all those explanations.) 

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« Reply #76 on: January 19, 2013, 06:13:04 AM »
Thanks for that tip, Al Young.  This is a present day product, but it sounds as though it had an earlier precedent.  I'm sorry the picture from the ad wouldn't cut and paste--looked like a really comfortable chair.  Tango it is, and your earlier search paid off, uncle bud!
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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #77 on: January 19, 2013, 07:39:25 AM »
Hi all,
Barbecue Bob played "Crooked Woman Blues" out of Spanish tuning with a slide.  I found the song on a late Origin Jazz Library LP, "OJL's GA.  The Black Country Music of Georgia, 1927--1936", OJL-25, in a spectacularly clean version.  As an aside, if any of you who do not already have them run upon a chance to pick up any of the Origin Jazz Library re-issue series, don't miss the opportunity.  They were a wonderfully well-conceived series, with lots of tremendous music, working a lot of the same territory as Yazoo and Mamlish, but preceding those labels by a bit.  OJL always had poor distribution and were hard to find, at least where I lived.
In any event, Barbecue Bob was in great voice, as usual, for "Crooked Woman Blues" and hits some terrific thumb-popping bass runs in between his verses and some of the lines.  I particularly like the tagline to the second verse.

Ahh, the way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin
The way my wife treats me, it sure is a sin
Stay out all night long, 'fore day come creepin' in

Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?"
Then I wanted to know, "Honey, where have you been?"
She cou'n't say nothing but, "It'll never happen again."

I think, sweet mama, I'll have to let you go
I think, sweet mama, I have to let you go
So pack up all your clothes, you can't sleep here no more

It's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin
Ah, it's bad to have a crooked woman, she'll keep you livin' in sin
Then all she will say, "It'll never happen again."

If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules
If I had a-listened to my Mama's rules
I wouldn't've been singin' these crooked woman blues

I'm gon' sing this verse and I ain't gon' sing no more
I'm gon' sing this verse, I ain't gon' sing no more
I got them blues, and I'm sure Lord, got to go

Edited 1/19 to pick up correction from dj

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Johnm 
« Last Edit: January 19, 2013, 10:13:40 AM by Johnm »

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #78 on: January 19, 2013, 07:52:02 AM »
Hi John,

As much as I love the phrase "She concern nothing...", I think Bob is singing " She COULDN'T SAY nothing but, "It'll never happen again." " in the last line of the second verse.  He pronounces "couldn't" sort of oddly, sounding like "cou'n't".

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« Reply #79 on: January 19, 2013, 10:12:27 AM »
Thanks very much for the help, dj.  You're dead on and I will make the change.
All best,
Johnm

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #80 on: January 19, 2013, 10:44:05 AM »
Hi all,
Barbecue Bob backed himself out of the unusual, for him, C position in standard tuning for "Easy Rider Don't You Deny My Name".  Maybe because his guitar was so accustomed to being in Spanish tuning, and Bob was accustomed to having it there, the tuning on the song is definitely a bit puckery.  This is exciting, sort of sloppy playing that reminds me a lot of Sam Collins' hot numbers in C.  Barbecue Bob's coda at the end of the song has an air of palpable desperation.  I'm not at all sure of the next-to-last verse and would appreciate some help with it.

SOLO

Goin' up to town, what you want me to bring you back?
Oh, just anything you think your baby lack
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

Honey, honey, you're sweet as a plum
Baby, throw your arms around me, let's have some fun
Easy rider, gal, don't you deny my name

SOLO

Goin' up to town, with my hat in my hand
I'm lookin' for the woman ain't got no man
Easy rider, now, don't you deny my name

To town, what you want me to bring you back?
Just anything you think your baby lack
Easy rider, gal, don't you deny my name

SOLO

Mama, Mama, just look at sis
Standin' on the corner tryin' to do the twist
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

Come here, sis, you old stinkin' sow
You're tryin' to be a woman and you don't know how
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

SOLO

Ain't but two thing, ah, I just like, that's
Ballin' the dog and ballin' the jack
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

Wears 'em in the Summer and she wears 'em in the Fall
Some folks say you don't wear 'em at all
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

SOLO

Honey, honey, I'm 'on' tell you true
The day you quit me, that's the day you die
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

Edited 1/19 to pick up correction from uncle bud

All best,
Johnm
« Last Edit: January 19, 2013, 01:22:14 PM by Johnm »

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #81 on: January 19, 2013, 11:22:41 AM »
John, for the next-to-last verse, it's something like:

WEARS 'EM in the summer, and she WEARS 'EM IN THE FALL
Some [gonna say??] DON'T WEAR 'EM AT ALL

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #82 on: January 19, 2013, 01:22:57 PM »
Hi uncle bud, thanks for the help.  I've made the fix.
All best,
Johnm

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« Reply #83 on: January 19, 2013, 04:46:45 PM »
I started to comment on the last verse of "Easy Rider...", but after listening again, I may be mistaken

I always heard:

Honey, honey, I'm 'on' tell you true
The day you quit me, that's the day you're through
Easy rider, don't you deny my name

But after reading John's post, I listened again and Bob sorta trails the line off, so I can't tell for sure anymore...

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #84 on: January 19, 2013, 11:03:35 PM »
Hi Lefty Strat,
I think Bob meant to sing "through" but sang "die" and realized while he was doing it that it was not what he had intended.
« Last Edit: January 20, 2013, 11:04:37 AM by Johnm »

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« Reply #85 on: January 21, 2013, 09:40:19 PM »
Hi all,
Barbecue Bob backed himself with a slide in Spanish tuning for "Poor Boy A Long Ways From Home".  For many or most of his slide songs in Spanish, Barbecue Bob actually used the slide sparingly, but on this performance he plays slide pretty much from beginning to end, shadowing the voice and the melody.  This is a song that is most often played in Vestapol, I think, though Booker White had a very different version in Spanish tuning.  Barbecue Bob phrases some verses in twelve bars and others in sixteen bars; that kind of fluid changing of forms within a song didn't survive in any big way much beyond the 1920s.

I'm a poor boy, I'm a long ways from home
I'm a poor boy, I'm a long ways from home
I'm a poor boy, ain't got nowhere to go

Ain't got nowhere, lay my worried head
Honey, I ain't got nowhere, t' lay my worried head
I ain't got nowhere, lay my worried head
Sometime, I'd soon to be dead

Honey, tell me, what you gonna do
Please tell me, what you gonna do
Please tell me, what you gonna do

I done left my brown, standin' in the door
Left my brown, standin' in the door
I left my brown, standin' in the door
"Why'n't you ring?", she said, "You're not 'bliged to go."

I'm the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried
I'm the poor old boy, stood on the road and cried
I didn't have no blues, just couldn't be satisfied

Honey, give me long long distance phone
Now, give me long distance phone
Honey, give me long distance phone
I wanta hear from my sweet mama back home

Uh, Central, ring six-oh-nine
Central, ring six-oh-nine
I wanta hear from that bob-haired gal of mine

Edited 1/22 to pick up correction from dj

All best,
Johnm
« Last Edit: January 22, 2013, 06:20:09 AM by Johnm »

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #86 on: January 22, 2013, 03:53:03 AM »
Hi, John.  I think you have a typo in verse 4.  In both lines, Bob sings "I'm the poor old boy, stood ON the road and cried".

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« Reply #87 on: January 22, 2013, 06:20:53 AM »
Thanks for the catch, dj.  I made the fix.
All best,
Johnm

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Re: Barbecue Bob Lyrics
« Reply #88 on: January 26, 2013, 03:26:28 PM »
Hi all,
Barbecue Bob accompanied himself out of the unusual, for him, G position in standard tuning for "Red Hot Mama".  The song has terrific up-tempo lyrics--it's almost a patter song.  The first three stanzas share the same format, with an opening followed by a little break and the finish, with a refrain.  The remainder of the song seems much more free-form and improvisational, with odd phrase lengths.  Bob's accompaniment is simplicity itself in the left hand, but his lively rhythm really keeps things jumping.

INTRO

Come along, mama, and listen to me
Can't throw your daddy down
I've got the sort of lovin' right here
Makes a rabbit hug a hound

I've got your number right in my book
And I ain't gonna mark it off
REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you're through with me
Your daddy gonna cool you off, I mean,
Your daddy gonna cool you off

SOLO

I had a gal like you one time
She tried to put the thing on me
She's a red hot mama from a red hot town
'Way down in Memphis, Tennessee

She was red hot mama 'til papa got to town
Then I kept you all run-down
REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you stick with me
Your papa gonna cool you down, I mean,
Your papa gonna cool you down

SOLO

I'm a 'frigeratin' papa from way up North
I've had your kind before
You can starve some people, but you can't starve me
I don't take starvin' no more

I'm a high speed daddy, if you can't ride my train
Mama, just step right off
REFRAIN: 'Cause, red hot mama, if you fool with me
Your papa gonna cool you off, I mean,
Your papa gonna cool you off

SOLO

Me and my gal had a quarrel last night
Just before daylight
She said, "Bob, I understand you got another gal.
Now, I'm goin' away, where the wind don't blow
Down in Florida, where it ain't no snow
Be a long time 'fore you see my face again."

SOLO

"It be so long 'fore you stick your lovin' lips to my chin,
Be a long, long time 'fore you see my face again."

SOLO

"But, red hot mama, this ain't no snow,
If you fool with me, daddy cool your soul.
REFRAIN: Red hot mama, if you fool with me
Your daddy sure cool you off, I mean,
Your daddy sure cool you off."

SOLO

There's so many gals keep on botherin' me
I found out they all just the same
REFRAIN: Oh, red hot mama, if you fool with me
Your daddy's gonna cool you off, I mean,
Your daddy's gonna cool you off

OUTRO

All best,
Johnm

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« Reply #89 on: January 30, 2013, 06:42:49 PM »
Hi all,
Barbecue Bob backed himself out of Spanish tuning for "Cloudy Sky Blues".  Bob plays the piece as an instrumental showpiece, and it almost comes across as an instrumental with incidental vocal accompaniment.  Barbecue Bob perseverates on his signature lick, "thriving on a riff", and consistently goes very long in his response licks.  To give him his due, the signature lick is terrifically cool, really a stand-out.  He uses the slide very sparingly on this one.  The fact the he ended up with only four verses sung in a track 3'10'' in length gives you an idea of how much of the track's time is devoted to guitar playing.

It seems cloudy, brown, I b'lieve it's going to rain
Seems cloudy now, I b'lieve it's going to rain
Going back to my right love 'cause she got everything

Hey, hey mama, mama, that ain't no way to do
Hey, hey pretty mama, mama, that ain't no way to do
You're tryin' to quit me, mama, you know I've been good to you

Hello, Central, give me long, long distance phone
Hello, Central, give me long, long distance phone
I want to hear from my sweet mama back home

When your brown gets funny, everything you do she gets sore
When your brown acts funny, everything you do she gets sore
You can hunt you another home 'cause she don't want you no more

All best,
Johnm

 


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