Click On Title To Link To YouTube's Film Clip Of Mississippi John Hurt On Pete Seeger's Television Show "Rainbow Quest".
This Is Part Of A Four Artist Tribute Album Potpourri- A Tip Of The Hat To Hank Williams, Mississippi John Hurt, Bob Dylan and Greg Brown.
CD REVIEW
A musical performer knows that he or she has arrived when they have accumulated enough laurels and created enough songs to be worthy, at least in some record producer's eyes, of a tribute album. When they are also alive to accept the accolades as two out of the four of the artists under review are, which in these cases is only proper, that is all to the good. That said, not all tribute albums are created equally. Some are full of star-studded covers, others are filled with lesser lights who have been influenced by the artist that they are paying tribute to. As a general proposition though I find it a fairly rare occurrence, as I have noted in a review of the “Timeless” tribute album to Hank Williams, that the cover artist outdoes the work of the original recording artist. With that point in mind I will give my “skinny” on the cover artists here.
Did You, You Hear John Hurt?
Avalon Blues: A Tribute To The Music Of Mississippi John Hurt, various artists, Vanguard Records, 2001
If one were to ask virtually any fairly established folk music singer in, let’s say 1968, what country blues musician influenced them the most then the subject of this review would win hands down. The list would be long- Dave Van Ronk, Geoff Muldaur, Maria Muldaur, Phil Ochs, Chris Smithers, Joan Baez and on and on. Hell, Tom Paxton wrote a song about him-“Did You Hear John Hurt?” That song still gets airplay on the folk station around where I live.
So what gives? Why the praise? What gives is this- Mississippi John Hurt and his simple country blues were 'discovered' at a time when many young, mainly white urban musicians were looking for roots music. This search is not anything particularly new-John and Alan Lomax went on the hustings in the 1930’s and recorded many of the old country blues artists that were ‘discovered’ in the 1960’s. Hell, you can go back further to the 1920’s and the record companies themselves were sending out agents to scour the country looking for talent- they found the likes of the Carter Family and Blind Willie McTell along the way.
That is the tradition that the artists covering Brother Hurt’s songs are paying homage to in this CD. For the most part these are lesser known artists who, however, provide a sense of what old John was trying to convey in his slow, clear low-down style. Outstanding in that regard are Chris Smither’s interpretation of the super-classic 'man done wrong' story “Frankie and Johnnie”, Lucinda Williams’ sorrowful “Angels Lay Him Away”, Geoff Muldaur’s humorous “Chicken”, Taj Mahal’s eerily deep-throated “My Creole Belle” and Gillian Welch’s mournful “Beulah Land”. Listen on.
Did You Hear John Hurt?
Words and Music by Tom Paxton
It was a frosty night. It was beginning to snow,
And down the city streets, the wind began to blow.
We all came to the cellar. We all emptied the bar,
To hear a little fellow, play a shiny guitar.
[Cho:]
Did you hear John Hurt play the "Creole Bell,"
"Spanish Fandango" that he loved so well?
And did you love John Hurt? Did you shake his hand?
Did you hear him sing his "Candy Man?"
On a straight back chair, with his felt hat on,
He tickled our fancy with his "Avalon."
And everyone passing down on MacDougle Street,
Cocked their heads and listen to the tappin' feet.
[Cho:]
[Repeat first verse and Chorus]
Ain't no tellin
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
She might shoot you, may cut ya and starve you too.
Ain't no tellin, what, she might do.
I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow.
I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow.
Ain't no telling how much further I may go.
Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee.
Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee.
I tol' you I was comin', baby, won't you look for me.
Hey, hey, such lookin' the class.
The way I'm sleepin' my back and shoulders tired.
Way I'm sleepin' babe, my back and shoulders tired.
Gonna turn over, try it on the side.
Don't you let, my good girl catch you here.
She, might shoot you, may cut you and starve you too.
Ain't no tellin', what, she might do.
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Avalon Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine
Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine
Hollerin' one mornin' in
Avalon
, couldn't hardly keep from cryin'
Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind
Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind
Pretty mama's in Avalon want me there all the time
When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me
When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me
Says, "Come back, daddy, and stay right here with me"
Avalon's a small town, have no great big range
Avalon's a small town, have no great big range
Pretty mama's in Avalon, they sure will spend your change
New York's a good town, but it's not for mine
New York's a good town, but it's not for mine
Goin' back to Avalon, near where I have a pretty mama all the time
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Candy Man Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Well all you ladies gather 'round
That good sweet candy man's in town
It's the candy man
It's the candy man
He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long
He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn
It's the candy man...
All heard what sister Johnson said
She always takes a candy stick to bed
Don't stand close to the candy man
He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand
He sold some candy to sister Bad
The very next day she took all he had
If you try his candy, good friend of mine,
you sure will want it for a long long time
His stick candy don't melt away
It just gets better, so the ladies say
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Casey Jones
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Casey Jones was a brave engineer,
he told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll"
Early one mornin' came a shower of rain,
'round the curve I seen a passenger train
In the cabin was Casey Jones,
he's a noble engineer man but he's dead and gone
"Children, children, get your hat"
Mama, mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get your hat , put it on your head,
go down in town, see if your daddy's dead"
"Mama, mama, how can it be?
My daddy got killed on the old I.C.
"Hush your mouth and hold your breath,
you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
Casey's wife, she got the news,
she was sittin' on the bedside,
she was lacin' up her shoes
I said, "Go away, children, and hold your breath,
you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
Casey said, before he died,
fixed the
blinds so the boys can't ride
If they ride, let 'em ride the rod,
trust they lives in the hands of God"
Casey said again, before he died,
one more road that he wanted to ride
People wondered what road could that be?
The Gulf Colorado and the Santa Fe
Casey Jones was a brave engineer,
he told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll"
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Coffee Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
(spoken:
This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand
- Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop,
just like it says on the can. I used to have a girl
cookin' a good Maxwell House. She moved away.
Some said to
Memphis
and some said to Leland,
but I found her. I wanted her to cook me some
good Maxwell's House. You understand,
if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House,
do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee)
I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to
Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin'
spoonful
, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
(spoken: I found her)
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin',
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his bible down for his lovin'
(spoken: Ain't Maxwell House all right?)
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Corrina, Corrina
traditional
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right
I left Corrina, way across the sea
I left Corrina, way across the sea
She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me
Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long?
Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long?
She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right
Got The Blues, Can't Be Satisfied
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Keep the blues, I'll catch that train and ride
Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away
Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away
That be the case, I wants a quart today
I bought my baby a great big diamond ring
I bought my baby a great big diamond ring
Come right back home and caught her
shaking that thing
I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?"
I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?"
Well, that I bought, now you give it away
I took my gun and broke the barrel down
I took my gun and broke the barrel down
I put that joker six feet in the ground
You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied
You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied
Well, some old day, gonna catch that train and ride
I'm satisfied
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
First in the country, then in town. I'm a total old shaker from my navel on down.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I pull my dress to my knees, I give my total all to who please.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
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Louis Collins
Mrs Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
To see her son Louis leavin' home.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Oh kind friends, oh ain't it hard?
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard.
The angels laid him away.
Oh Bob shot once and Louis shot, too [two]
Shot pOor Collins, shot him through and through.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
To see her son Louis leavin' home.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away.
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead,
All the people, they dressed in red.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
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Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor.
Make me down...
Make me down a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor.
Up the country, 20 miles or more.
I'm going up the country where the cold, sleet and snow.
I'm going up the country, where the cold, sleet and snow.
No tellin' how much further I may go.
Just make me down ...
Make me down...
Make me a pallet, down, soft and low.
Make me a pallet on your floor.
Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
The way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
Goin' to turn over and try it on the side.
Repeat first verse.
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
Don't let my good girl catch you here.
Oh she, might shoot you, liable to cut and starve you too.
No tellin' what she might do.
Repeat first verse.
Make it baby, close behind your door.
Make it baby, close behind the door.
Make me a pallet, close behind the door.
Make it where your good man will never go.
Repeat first verse.
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Monday morning blues
I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning...
Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues.
I couldn't hardly find... I couldn't hardly find...
I couldn't hardly find, my monday morning shoes.
Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues...
Monday morning blues, searched all through my bones.
Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues...
Monday morning blues, made me leave my home.
I've been laying in jail... I've been laying in jail...
I've been laying in jail, six long weeks today.
Lord, tomorrow morning... Lord, tomorrow morning...
Lord, tomorrow morning, gonna be my trial day.
Lord, I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge...
Well, I asked the judge, what might be my crime.
Get a pick and shoveL.. Get a pick and shovel...
Get a pick and shovel, let's go down in the mine.
That's the only time... That's the only time...
That's the only time, I ever felt like cryin'.
Well, my heart struck sorrow... Well, my heart struck sorrow...
Well, my heart struck sorrow, tears come rolling down.
I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning...
Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues.
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My Creole Belle
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
I love her more anyone can tell
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
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Oh Mary don't you weep
Oh, Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
If I could, I surely would,
Stand on the rock where Moses stood.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Mary weep, Martha moaned,
All around God's holy strong.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Well, God told Noah about the rainbow sound.
No more water but the God makes...
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
Sinners don't come by the ...
No need to come when the train done gone.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
One of these days about 12 o'clock,
This 0l' world gonna reel and rock.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
Richland's Woman Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut
and a shot of good boo'
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin' right
My husbands goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie
seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle-doodle-do-do"
The Richard's' woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out, and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
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Salty Dog
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
(spoken: "
Salty Dog
")
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
Said, the little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water
Come back, man, and gimme my quarter
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
Said, the scaredest I ever was in my life
Uncle Bud like to caught me kissin' his wife
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Says, God made woman, made 'em mighty funny
The lips 'round her mouth, just as sweet as any honey
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
(spoken: Well!)
Well, little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water
Come back here, man, gimme my quarter
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
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See See Rider
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
You see, see, rider, you see what you have done?
You made me love you
Made me love you, now your man done come
You made me love you, now your man have come
Ain't no more potatoes, the frost have killed the vine
Well, the blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
You see, see, rider, you see what you done?
You done made me love you
You made me love you
I've told you, baby and your mama told you, too
"You're three times seven, you know what you wanna do,
three times seven, you know what you wanna do,
you're three times seven, you know what you wanna do"
If I had-a listened to my second mind,
Lord, I wouldn't -a been sittin' here and wringin' my hands and cryin'
I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin'
I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin'
You see, see, rider, you see what you have done?
You done made me love you
You made me love you
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Spike Driver Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone
Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone, I'm sure is gone
This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me
This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, ain't gonna kill me
It a long ways from East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, honey to my home
It a long ways to East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, that where I'm going
John Henry he left his hammer, layin' side the road, layin' side the road, layin' side the road
John Henry he left his hammer, all over in red, all over in red, thats why I'm gone
John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, but he went down
John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, that's why I'm gone
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Stack O'Lee Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Police officer, how can it be?
You can 'rest everybody but cruel Stack O' Lee
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
Billy de Lyon told Stack O' Lee, "Please don't take my life,
I got two little babies, and a darlin' lovin' wife"
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
"What I care about you little babies, your darlin' lovin' wife?
You done stole my Stetson
hat, I'm bound to take your life"
That bad man, cruel Stack O' Lee
...with the forty-four
When I spied Billy de Lyon, he was lyin' down on the floor
That bad man, oh cruel Stack O' Lee
"Gentleman's of the jury, what do you think of that?
Stack O' Lee killed Billy de Lyon about a five-dollar Stetson hat"
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
And all they gathered, hands way up high,
at twelve o'clock they killed him, they's all glad to see him die
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
This Is Part Of A Four Artist Tribute Album Potpourri- A Tip Of The Hat To Hank Williams, Mississippi John Hurt, Bob Dylan and Greg Brown.
CD REVIEW
A musical performer knows that he or she has arrived when they have accumulated enough laurels and created enough songs to be worthy, at least in some record producer's eyes, of a tribute album. When they are also alive to accept the accolades as two out of the four of the artists under review are, which in these cases is only proper, that is all to the good. That said, not all tribute albums are created equally. Some are full of star-studded covers, others are filled with lesser lights who have been influenced by the artist that they are paying tribute to. As a general proposition though I find it a fairly rare occurrence, as I have noted in a review of the “Timeless” tribute album to Hank Williams, that the cover artist outdoes the work of the original recording artist. With that point in mind I will give my “skinny” on the cover artists here.
Did You, You Hear John Hurt?
Avalon Blues: A Tribute To The Music Of Mississippi John Hurt, various artists, Vanguard Records, 2001
If one were to ask virtually any fairly established folk music singer in, let’s say 1968, what country blues musician influenced them the most then the subject of this review would win hands down. The list would be long- Dave Van Ronk, Geoff Muldaur, Maria Muldaur, Phil Ochs, Chris Smithers, Joan Baez and on and on. Hell, Tom Paxton wrote a song about him-“Did You Hear John Hurt?” That song still gets airplay on the folk station around where I live.
So what gives? Why the praise? What gives is this- Mississippi John Hurt and his simple country blues were 'discovered' at a time when many young, mainly white urban musicians were looking for roots music. This search is not anything particularly new-John and Alan Lomax went on the hustings in the 1930’s and recorded many of the old country blues artists that were ‘discovered’ in the 1960’s. Hell, you can go back further to the 1920’s and the record companies themselves were sending out agents to scour the country looking for talent- they found the likes of the Carter Family and Blind Willie McTell along the way.
That is the tradition that the artists covering Brother Hurt’s songs are paying homage to in this CD. For the most part these are lesser known artists who, however, provide a sense of what old John was trying to convey in his slow, clear low-down style. Outstanding in that regard are Chris Smither’s interpretation of the super-classic 'man done wrong' story “Frankie and Johnnie”, Lucinda Williams’ sorrowful “Angels Lay Him Away”, Geoff Muldaur’s humorous “Chicken”, Taj Mahal’s eerily deep-throated “My Creole Belle” and Gillian Welch’s mournful “Beulah Land”. Listen on.
Did You Hear John Hurt?
Words and Music by Tom Paxton
It was a frosty night. It was beginning to snow,
And down the city streets, the wind began to blow.
We all came to the cellar. We all emptied the bar,
To hear a little fellow, play a shiny guitar.
[Cho:]
Did you hear John Hurt play the "Creole Bell,"
"Spanish Fandango" that he loved so well?
And did you love John Hurt? Did you shake his hand?
Did you hear him sing his "Candy Man?"
On a straight back chair, with his felt hat on,
He tickled our fancy with his "Avalon."
And everyone passing down on MacDougle Street,
Cocked their heads and listen to the tappin' feet.
[Cho:]
[Repeat first verse and Chorus]
Ain't no tellin
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
She might shoot you, may cut ya and starve you too.
Ain't no tellin, what, she might do.
I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow.
I'm up the country where the col' sleet and snow.
Ain't no telling how much further I may go.
Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee.
Eatin' my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee.
I tol' you I was comin', baby, won't you look for me.
Hey, hey, such lookin' the class.
The way I'm sleepin' my back and shoulders tired.
Way I'm sleepin' babe, my back and shoulders tired.
Gonna turn over, try it on the side.
Don't you let, my good girl catch you here.
She, might shoot you, may cut you and starve you too.
Ain't no tellin', what, she might do.
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Avalon Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine
Got to New York this mornin', just about half-past nine
Hollerin' one mornin' in
Avalon
, couldn't hardly keep from cryin'
Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind
Avalon is my hometown, always on my mind
Pretty mama's in Avalon want me there all the time
When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me
When the train left Avalon, throwin' kisses and wavin' at me
Says, "Come back, daddy, and stay right here with me"
Avalon's a small town, have no great big range
Avalon's a small town, have no great big range
Pretty mama's in Avalon, they sure will spend your change
New York's a good town, but it's not for mine
New York's a good town, but it's not for mine
Goin' back to Avalon, near where I have a pretty mama all the time
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Candy Man Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Well all you ladies gather 'round
That good sweet candy man's in town
It's the candy man
It's the candy man
He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long
He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn
It's the candy man...
All heard what sister Johnson said
She always takes a candy stick to bed
Don't stand close to the candy man
He'll leave a big candy stick in your hand
He sold some candy to sister Bad
The very next day she took all he had
If you try his candy, good friend of mine,
you sure will want it for a long long time
His stick candy don't melt away
It just gets better, so the ladies say
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Casey Jones
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Casey Jones was a brave engineer,
he told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll"
Early one mornin' came a shower of rain,
'round the curve I seen a passenger train
In the cabin was Casey Jones,
he's a noble engineer man but he's dead and gone
"Children, children, get your hat"
Mama, mama, what you mean by that?"
"Get your hat , put it on your head,
go down in town, see if your daddy's dead"
"Mama, mama, how can it be?
My daddy got killed on the old I.C.
"Hush your mouth and hold your breath,
you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
Casey's wife, she got the news,
she was sittin' on the bedside,
she was lacin' up her shoes
I said, "Go away, children, and hold your breath,
you're gonna draw a pension after your daddy's dead"
Casey said, before he died,
fixed the
blinds so the boys can't ride
If they ride, let 'em ride the rod,
trust they lives in the hands of God"
Casey said again, before he died,
one more road that he wanted to ride
People wondered what road could that be?
The Gulf Colorado and the Santa Fe
Casey Jones was a brave engineer,
he told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see my drive wheel roll"
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Coffee Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
(spoken:
This is the "Coffee Blues", I likes a certain brand
- Maxwell's House - it's good till the last drop,
just like it says on the can. I used to have a girl
cookin' a good Maxwell House. She moved away.
Some said to
Memphis
and some said to Leland,
but I found her. I wanted her to cook me some
good Maxwell's House. You understand,
if I can get me just a spoonful of Maxwell's House,
do me much good as two or three cups this other coffee)
I've got to go to Memphis, bring her back to
Leland
I wanna see my baby 'bout a lovin'
spoonful
, my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
(spoken: I found her)
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
My baby packed her suitcase and she went away
I couldn't let her stay for my lovin',
my lovin' spoonful
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Good mornin', baby, how you do this mornin'?
Well, please, ma'am, just a lovin' spoon,
just a lovin' spoonful
I declare, I got to have my lovin' spoonful
Well, the preacher in the pulpit, jumpin' up and down
He laid his bible down for his lovin'
(spoken: Ain't Maxwell House all right?)
Well, I'm just got to have my lovin'
Corrina, Corrina
traditional
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right
I left Corrina, way across the sea
I left Corrina, way across the sea
She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me
Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long?
Oh Corrina, Corrina, where you been so long?
She wouldn't write me no letter, she don't care for me
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Corrina, Corrina, where'd you stay last night?
Come in this morning, clothes ain't fittin' you right
Got The Blues, Can't Be Satisfied
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Got the blues, can't be satisfied
Keep the blues, I'll catch that train and ride
Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away
Yes, whiskey straight will drive the blues away
That be the case, I wants a quart today
I bought my baby a great big diamond ring
I bought my baby a great big diamond ring
Come right back home and caught her
shaking that thing
I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?"
I said, "Babe, what make you do me this a-way?"
Well, that I bought, now you give it away
I took my gun and broke the barrel down
I took my gun and broke the barrel down
I put that joker six feet in the ground
You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied
You got the blues, and I still ain't satisfied
Well, some old day, gonna catch that train and ride
I'm satisfied
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
First in the country, then in town. I'm a total old shaker from my navel on down.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I pull my dress to my knees, I give my total all to who please.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
I'm satisfied, tickled, too. Old enough to marry you.
I'm satisfied it's going to bring you back.
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Louis Collins
Mrs Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
To see her son Louis leavin' home.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Oh kind friends, oh ain't it hard?
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard.
The angels laid him away.
Oh Bob shot once and Louis shot, too [two]
Shot pOor Collins, shot him through and through.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned
To see her son Louis leavin' home.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away.
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead,
All the people, they dressed in red.
The angels laid him away.
The angels laid him away,
They laid him six feet under the clay.
The angels laid him away.
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Make me down a pallet on your floor
Make me down a pallet on your floor.
Make me down...
Make me down a pallet down, soft and low
Make me a pallet on your floor.
Up the country, 20 miles or more.
I'm going up the country where the cold, sleet and snow.
I'm going up the country, where the cold, sleet and snow.
No tellin' how much further I may go.
Just make me down ...
Make me down...
Make me a pallet, down, soft and low.
Make me a pallet on your floor.
Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
Way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
The way I'm sleeping, my back and shoulders tired.
Goin' to turn over and try it on the side.
Repeat first verse.
Don't you let my good girl catch you here.
Don't let my good girl catch you here.
Oh she, might shoot you, liable to cut and starve you too.
No tellin' what she might do.
Repeat first verse.
Make it baby, close behind your door.
Make it baby, close behind the door.
Make me a pallet, close behind the door.
Make it where your good man will never go.
Repeat first verse.
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Monday morning blues
I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning...
Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues.
I couldn't hardly find... I couldn't hardly find...
I couldn't hardly find, my monday morning shoes.
Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues...
Monday morning blues, searched all through my bones.
Monday morning blues... Monday morning blues...
Monday morning blues, made me leave my home.
I've been laying in jail... I've been laying in jail...
I've been laying in jail, six long weeks today.
Lord, tomorrow morning... Lord, tomorrow morning...
Lord, tomorrow morning, gonna be my trial day.
Lord, I asked the judge... Well, I asked the judge...
Well, I asked the judge, what might be my crime.
Get a pick and shoveL.. Get a pick and shovel...
Get a pick and shovel, let's go down in the mine.
That's the only time... That's the only time...
That's the only time, I ever felt like cryin'.
Well, my heart struck sorrow... Well, my heart struck sorrow...
Well, my heart struck sorrow, tears come rolling down.
I woke up this morning... I woke up this morning...
Woke up this morning, with the monday morning blues.
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My Creole Belle
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
I love her more anyone can tell
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
When the stars shine I'll call her mine,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
My Creole Belle, I love her well,
my darlin' baby, my Creole Belle
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Oh Mary don't you weep
Oh, Mary don't you weep, don't you mourn.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
If I could, I surely would,
Stand on the rock where Moses stood.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Mary weep, Martha moaned,
All around God's holy strong.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Well, God told Noah about the rainbow sound.
No more water but the God makes...
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
Sinners don't come by the ...
No need to come when the train done gone.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
One of these days about 12 o'clock,
This 0l' world gonna reel and rock.
Pharoah's army got drownded,
Oh, Mary don't you weep.
Repeat first verse.
Richland's Woman Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut
and a shot of good boo'
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin' right
My husbands goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie
seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle-doodle-do-do"
The Richard's' woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out, and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
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Salty Dog
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
(spoken: "
Salty Dog
")
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
Said, the little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water
Come back, man, and gimme my quarter
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
Said, the scaredest I ever was in my life
Uncle Bud like to caught me kissin' his wife
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Says, God made woman, made 'em mighty funny
The lips 'round her mouth, just as sweet as any honey
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey, you salty dog
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
(spoken: Well!)
Well, little fish, big fish swimmin' in the water
Come back here, man, gimme my quarter
Hey-hey-hey, you salty dog
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See See Rider
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
You see, see, rider, you see what you have done?
You made me love you
Made me love you, now your man done come
You made me love you, now your man have come
Ain't no more potatoes, the frost have killed the vine
Well, the blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
The blues ain't nothin' but a good woman on your mind
You see, see, rider, you see what you done?
You done made me love you
You made me love you
I've told you, baby and your mama told you, too
"You're three times seven, you know what you wanna do,
three times seven, you know what you wanna do,
you're three times seven, you know what you wanna do"
If I had-a listened to my second mind,
Lord, I wouldn't -a been sittin' here and wringin' my hands and cryin'
I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin'
I wouldn't been sittin' here, wringin' my hands and cryin'
You see, see, rider, you see what you have done?
You done made me love you
You made me love you
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Spike Driver Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone
Take this hammer and carry it to my captain, tell him I'm gone, just tell him I'm gone, I'm sure is gone
This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me
This is the hammer that killed John Henry, but it won't kill me, but it won't kill me, ain't gonna kill me
It a long ways from East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, honey to my home
It a long ways to East Colarado, honey to my home, honey to my home, that where I'm going
John Henry he left his hammer, layin' side the road, layin' side the road, layin' side the road
John Henry he left his hammer, all over in red, all over in red, thats why I'm gone
John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, but he went down
John Henry was a steel driving man, but he went down, but he went down, that's why I'm gone
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Stack O'Lee Blues
written by: Mississippi John Hurt
Police officer, how can it be?
You can 'rest everybody but cruel Stack O' Lee
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
Billy de Lyon told Stack O' Lee, "Please don't take my life,
I got two little babies, and a darlin' lovin' wife"
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
"What I care about you little babies, your darlin' lovin' wife?
You done stole my Stetson
hat, I'm bound to take your life"
That bad man, cruel Stack O' Lee
...with the forty-four
When I spied Billy de Lyon, he was lyin' down on the floor
That bad man, oh cruel Stack O' Lee
"Gentleman's of the jury, what do you think of that?
Stack O' Lee killed Billy de Lyon about a five-dollar Stetson hat"
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
And all they gathered, hands way up high,
at twelve o'clock they killed him, they's all glad to see him die
That bad man, oh, cruel Stack O' Lee
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