Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Books (Lyrics)To While Away The Class Struggle By-Ballad Of The Boll Weevil &Hard Time Killin Floor From The "Blues Song Book"

Recently I have begun to post entries under the headline- “Songs To While Away The Class Struggle By” and "Films To While Away The Class Struggle By"-that will include progressive and labor-oriented songs and films that might be of general interest to the radical public. I have decided to do the same for some books that may perk that same interest under the title in this entry’s headline. Markin
Ballad Of The Boll Weevil - Lyrics & Chords

D7 G
Oh, th e boll weevil is a little black bug
Come from Mexico, they say,
Come all the way from Texas,
A7 G
Just a- lookin' for a place to stay,
Just a-lookin' for a home,
Just a-lookin' for a home.
Now, the first time I seen the boll weevil,
He was settin' on the square,
The next time I seen the boll weevil,
Had his whole family there,
Just a-lookin' for a home, (twice)
The farmer took the boll weevil,
He put him in the hot sand,
The weevil say, "This is mighty hot,
But I'll stand it like a man,"
This'll be my home, (twice)
Then the farmer took the boll weevil
And put him in a cake of ice,
The weevil say to the farmer,
"This is mighty cool and nice,"
This'll be my home, (twice)
Then the boll weevil say to the doctor,
"You can throw out all them pills,
'Cause when I get through with the farmer,
Cain't pay no doctor bills,"
Won't have no home, (twice)
Well the merchant got half the cotton,
The boll weevil got the rest,
Didn't leave that farmer's wife
But one old cotton dress,
And it's full of holes, (twice)
Well the farmer say to the merchant,
"We ain't made but only one bale;
And before we give you that one
We'll fight and go to jail,"
We'll have a home, (twice)
And if anybody should ask you
Who it was that made this song,
Just tell him it was a poor farmer,
With a pair of blue overalls on,
Ain't got no home, (twice)

Hard Time Killiin Floor

Hard time's is here
An ev'rywhere you go
Times are harder
Than th'ever been befo'

Um, hm-hm
Um, hm-hm
Um, hm-hm-hm

You know that people
They are driftin' from do' to do'
But they can't find no heaven
I don't care where they go

Um, hm-hm
Um, hm-hm-hm

People, if I ever can get up
Off a-this old hard killin' flo'
Lord, I'll never get down
This low no mo'

Um, hm-hm-hm
Hm, um-hm
Hm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm-hm

Well, you hear me singin'
This old lonesome song
People, you know these hard times
Can't last us so long

Hm, hm-hm
Hmm, hmm
Hm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm, oh Lord

You know, you'll say you had money
You better be sho'
But these hard times gon' kill you
Just drive a lonely soul

Um, hm-hm
Umm, hmm
Umm, hm-hm
Hm, hm-hm-hm


Hmm, hm-hm-hm

(guitar to end)

More lyrics:

No comments:

Post a Comment