Kassie Jones - a masterpiece. Most surreal version of the Casey Jones theme. Keeps digressing into talk of other things. Freudian dream imagery - John Fahey, on Furry Lewis
Can anyone here fill in the blanks? (from the DVD, Legends of Country Blues, Volume Two)
Big Road Blues
I've got a brown skin woman.. lives up on the hill.. now don't you hear me tell what I say I've got a brown skin woman...lives up on the hill and that fool...quit me swear I love her still
I tell you what you______woman..like you used to do..now don't you A hear me tell you pretty mama Tell you won't you do...like you used to do.. How come you wanna treat me woman like you used to do
Well I left town this morning...on my... wayback home.. now don't you...hear me tellin' you pretty mama I left town this morning...on my way back home.. Well that______________man told me your woman dead and gone
A don't _________________rollin' 'fore your door.. now don't you hear me tellin'you pretty mama Ohh____________________rollin' 'fore your door Take that woman you've been lovin' and she can't get back no more
Well I ain't goin down...that big road by myself.. now don't you a hear me tellin' you pretty mama I ain't goin' down that big road by myself.. and if I can't catch you woman...try somebody else...Oh yes_____
Break:
Well.. went to the graveyard..looked down on her face.. now don't you hear me tell you pretty mama I..went to the graveyard..looked down on her face Says I feel your condition woman but i sure can't take your place.
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this is one of my all time favorite songs, and I perform it at every gig! Love Sam's performance too! Learned it from watching him... Chris Smith, in Shetland, did the liner notes for this DVD, and this is his transcription. he was kind enough to mail it to me.
I am recording this on my next cd...
cheers Bert
SAM CHATMON - BIG ROAD BLUES
I've got a brownskin woman, lives up on a hill, Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you where you stay? I've got a brownskin woman, lives on a hill; And that fool quit me, swear I love her still.
How come you wanna do, woman, like you do, do, do? Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you, pretty mama? How come you wanna do like you do, do, do? How come you wanna treat me, woman, like you do, do, do?
When I was uptown this morning, on my way back home, Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you, pretty mama? I was uptown this morning, on my way back home; Ah well, the devil met me and told me, 'Your woman's dead and gone.'
Ah, don't the hearse look lonesome, rolling 'fore your door? Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you, pretty mama? Oh, hearse looks lonesome, rolling 'fore your door; It's taken that woman you loving, and she can't get back no more.
Well, I ain't going down, big road by myself, Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you, pretty mama? I ain't going down, big road by myself; And if I can't take you, woman, carry somebody else - Oh, yes I is, baby!
Well, went to the grave, looked down on her face, Now don't you, ah, hear me telling you, pretty mama? I went to the grave, looked down on her face; Says, 'I feel your condition, woman, but I sure can't take your place.'
Thanks very much for completing the Sam Chatmon lyrics! It all makes sense now. I've had the guitar part down for a while, but couldn't quite get all the lyrics.
I will announce the cd somehow through this list and the others I am on, and will have something on the webpage I have. www.deivert.com/blues.html
A new cd of old time stuff I did with Tom Paley (ex. new Lost City Ramblers) will be out in December. It is being put out by a record company but I may have some copies for sale. The record company's store is here: http://gravitation.nu/butiken.asp
Did you get the cd that was recently released with old takes by Sam Chatmon? It is worth buying for a Sam fan! It is called Blues When It Rains
Forgive me if there is already a topic for this, I didn't see one.
God Don't Like Ugly from I Have To Paint My Face album
Spoken: Say boy where you from? You [naturally] [born / bout] the ugliest man ever I seen. I wish I could play the dozens but I didn't learn to count to twelve else I'd play the dozens with you.
I don't play no dozens cause I didn't learn to count to twelve They tell me God don't like ugly, said boy your home's in Hell I'd like to see your mammy, your pappy, too. See how come you's born they didn't sell you out to some zoo I don't play no dozens I didn't learn to count to twelve
They tell be God don't like ugly said boy your home's in Hell Your mammy got scared she started in a show Couldn't been scared of nothin but [?elephant o thing go] I don't play no dozen I didn't learn to count to twelve
They tell me God don't like ugly say boy your home's in Hell You standin around here you lookin big and stout All you lack bein an elephant you ain't got a tail and a snout I don't play no dozens I didn't learn to count to twelve
They tell me God don't like ugly said boy your home's in hell Adam named everything I believe he skipped you You look like you ought to be up a tree hollering hoo hoo hoo I don't play no dozens I didn't learn to count to twelve
They tell me God don't like ugly boy your home's in Hell God took a ball of mud when he got ready to make a man When He got ready to make you partner ugly as you is I believe it slipped out His hand I don't play no dozens I didn't learn to count to twelve
They tell me God don't like ugly said boy your home's in Hell Adam named everything they put out in the zoo I'd like Adam to be here see what the hell he'd name you I don't play no dozens I didn't learn to count to twelve
Thanks, Scott
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Spoken: I used to pick this little piece but I lost my teeth and I can't whistle but I'm goin I'm goin I'm goin sound it with my mouth like a whistle. Y'all may may never heard nothin like this
You know I had a good little horse His name was Frankie Jean But one day he got loose So I called that horse and I called He didn't pay me no attention So I went back and told papa bout it He said how did you call him son Said I called him "twoop" just like a person do to call a horse He said well that ain't the way son, you go back and whistle to him somethin like this: ("Whistling" and guitar) When I called him that a way you ought to heard him come a single-footin'
Thanks, Scott
Edited 6/2/15 with help from Johnm
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Well I siittin on the corner in my taxi car Brownskin lady said mister is your car for hire I said if you's a cigarette smokin woman just throw your butts over in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby oh just drop your shorts on over in here
Well you smoke your cigarette woman as I drive along I'll drop all your ashes 'fore I'll get you back home If you's a cigarette smokin woman hey throw your butts over in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby oh just throw your butts on over in here
Well I'm gonna drive out in the country I'm gonna park on the road I wanna dump all my ashes I got a great big load If you're a cigarette smokin woman oh throw your butts on over in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby oh just throw your butts on over in here
Well you look a here woman where did you stay last night You come home this mornin your cigarettes sure ain't just right If you're a cigarette smokin woman hey throw your butts over in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby oh just drop your shorts on over in here
Well you set on the back put your feet up on the front seat My cigarette'll fit your holder so doggone nice and neat If you's a cigarette smokin woman oh throw your butts on in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby hey just throw your shorts on over in here
Well your cigarette holder is so long it's made nice and round It's a good fit for your cigarette woman that I totes around If you're a cigarette smokin woman hey throw your butts over in here Cause I'm an old ashtray taxi baby oh just throw your shorts on over in here
Thanks, Scott
Edited 6/2/15 with help from Frankie
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