Hi all, I've enjoyed this tune for the past several years after discovering it on "The Essential Bill Gaither", put out by Document. I can't offer any information on the ensemble personnel, for none is included in the liner notes. The song starts with a lyric break in the first four bars, backed by a dangerously catchy harmonized ascending line in the bass. I just started performing the song this week-end with Orville Johnson and Grant Dermody, and it is a gas. I look forward to trying to get sick of it.
Well, the weather's got rough, I ain't got no winter clothes And it looks like that devil of mine, gonna put me outdoors REFRAIN: Oh, baby, I'm behind the eight ball now A dollar bill is my friend, ain't no human friends nohow
I was workin' for a man named Sam, in water to my knees Eatin' left-over bread and rolls, scrap meat and black-eyed peas REFRAIN: Oh, baby, I'm behind the eight ball now My friend is a dollar bill, baby, ain't no human friends nohow
Well, I tried the relief, Social Security too They said, "You ain't been here so long, there ain't nothin' we can do" REFRAIN: Yes, baby, I'm behind the eight ball now My friend is a dollar bill, baby, ain't no human friend nohow
When I meet my friends, out on the street They afraid I want a dime, so they don't even speak REFRAIN: Yes, people, I'm behind that black ball now My friend is a dollar bill, baby, ain't no human friends nohow
Now I been lookin' for a letter, not a letter did I see And it looked like Mr. Melrose forgot to send for me REFRAIN: Yes, baby, I'm behind the eight ball now My friend is a dollar bill, baby, ain't no human friends nohow
All best, Johnm
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I can't offer any information on the ensemble personnel,
You're not alone there, John. B&GR4 has "unknown piano, Leonard Caston or Bill Gaither guitar, unknown string bass". The song was recorded for Okeh in Chicago on January 24, 1941.
Just for information Pen Bogert singles this track out for special mention in the Document booklet to the complete (vol. 5) referring to it as "one of his best songs".
Hi all, Bill "Little Bill" Gaither was a singer and guitarist who had some hits in the mid to late '30s. I believe he was originally from Kentucky, but by the time he became a recording musician he was living in Indianapolis. He's somewhat analogous to Johnny Temple, in that his early recordings featured him playing guitar, but the deeper he got into his recording career, the more he was featured just singing on his records, accompanied by studio players. On many of his records he was accompanied by a really terrific pianist, Honey Hill. I don't know who accompanies him "Georgia Barrelhouse", but is the first track of his I ever heard, on an old Biograph/Historical re-issue. He was a fine singer with a strong, bright voice. Here is the song:
INTRO
I know you're from Georgia, but you all right with me I know you're from Georgy, but you're all right with me And if you love me, I wonder what can it be?
You was once a good girl, and I had faith in you You was once a good girl, and I had faith in you But when you started to drinkin', nothin's too bad to do
SOLO
Drinkin' won't help you now, cryin' won't do no good Drinkin' won't help you now, cryin' won't do no good Before the early morning, I'll be down at your neighborhood
SOLO (Spoken: You just one of them old barrelhouse gals, runnin' up and down these old alleys. Drinkin' this old bad alcohol and stayin' out all night. That stuff's got to be cut out now, I'm gon' tell my thoughts in a minute. I'm gon' get drunk one of these nights.)
I'm gonna get drunk one of these nights and tell my sober thoughts I'm gonna get drunk one of these nights and tell my sober thoughts You know what I mean, give me back everything I bought
All best, Johnm
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In the wee wee hours, just about sunrise In the wee wee hours, just about sunrise My mind is worrying, tears standing in my eyes
My mind rolls on, back to when I was happy and free My mind rolls on, back to when I was happy and free Well, I wonder why, nobody cares for me
Blues, why do you worry me, why do you stay so long? Blues, why do you worry me, why do you stay so long? You came to me one evening, you’ve been with me from then on
Sometimes I feel like, that I am just a slave Sometimes I feel like, I am just a slave When the blues gets on me, I’d rather be in my grave
What’s the use of living, if you can’t have the one you love? What’s the use of living, if you can’t have the one you love? Give yourself to the devil, your soul to the Lord up above
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I’m leaving this morning, to never return again I’m leaving this morning, to never return again I’ve done all a poor man could do, and I have tried to be a friend
You know I tried to love you, tried to treat you nice and kind I've tried to love you, tried to treat you nice and kind But you treated me so low-down, till I just can’t keep from cryin’
I went raggedy and hungry, and you know I’ve slept outdoors I've went raggedy and hungry, ooh, and you know I’ve slept outdoors So you could wear silk and satin, and your high-grade hose
Goodbye, baby, do the best you can Goodbye, baby, do the best you can You should be satisfied, you can go live with your other man
Don’t you hear that train a-coming, to carry me away? Don’t you hear that train a-coming, to carry me away? I’m bidding you a lifetime goodbye, a thousand years and a day
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Hi Blues Vintage, In "In The Wee Wee Hours" in 3.3 there is a typo, You came to me ONE evening, . . . 3.1 and 3.2 and 5.1 and 5.2 should end with question marks
In "A Thousand Years And A Day"
2.2 I'VE tried to love you, . . . 3.2 I'VE went raggedy and hungry 5.1 and 5.2 should end in question marks
Bill Gaither – Vocals Probably Blind John Davis or Joshua Altheimer – Piano Unknown – Guitar Unknown – Bass
Chicago, Illinois June 12, 1940
Piano in C
INTRO
Bumble Bee Slim has told you, about the death of his clostest (sic) friend Bumble Bee Slim has told you, about the death of his clostest (sic) friend But I’m goin’ to tell you, from the beginning to the end
Leroy was born in Nashville, down in dear old Tennessee Leroy was born in Nashville, down in dear old Tennessee In the Smoky Mountain, right close by the Santa Fe
Leroy came into the world, in nineteen hundred and five Leroy came into the world, in nineteen hundred and five He was only seven years old, when the blues arrived
In nineteen twenty-eight, he made the “How Long” and “Prison Bound” In nineteen twenty-eight, he made the “How Long” and “Prison Bound” He had a lots of luck and success, and the cash came rolling ‘round
So many women, hung around to hear the poor boy sing So many women hung around, to hear the poor boy sing He would spend his money, because money did not mean a thing