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Truckin Lil’ Baby (Blind   Boy Fuller)
I got a little woman lives on that hill
She don’t want me but her sister will
 She’s a truckin’ little baby (love that stuff)
  She’s a truckin’ little baby (can’t get enough)
  She’s a truckin’ little baby
  Tell you ‘bout her wherever I go
  
  I got a little woman she’s named Irene
  She rolls a good jelly but she’s stingy with me
  She’s a truckin’ little baby (love that stuff)
  She’s a truckin’ little baby (can’t get enough)
  She’s a truckin’ little baby
  Tell you ‘bout her wherever I go
  
  Well I’m working on the farm singing whoa hargee
  My girl’s in town saying “who wants me”
  Truckin’ all night she can truck all day
  Long as she’s truckin’ my blues away
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Coalman Blues (Pegleg Howell)
I woke up this morning ‘bout five o’clock
Got me some eggs and a nice pork chop
Cheap cigar and a magazine
Had to run pretty fast to catch the five fifteen

Let me tell you something that I seen
The coalman got run over by the five forty four
It cut off his arms and it crushed his head
Did the poor man die, oh no, the poor man lived

Hard coal and your stove wood man
Hard coal and your stove wood man
I ain’t got but a little bit left
If you don’t come and get it gonna burn it myself

Put the wood in the stove and the match in your hand
Put the wood in the stove and the match in your hand
Put the wood in the stove and the match in your hand
Run to the door and stop the coalman

I sell it to the rich and I sell it to the poor
I sell it to the rich and I sell it to the poor
I sell it to the rich and I sell it to the poor
Sell it to the nice brown standing at the door

I furnish you wood and I furnish you coal
I furnish you wood and I furnish you coal
I furnish you wood and I furnish you coal
I’ll make you love me doggone your soul

I got your water I got your gas
I got your water I got your gas
I got your water I got your gas
You mistreat me Mama well that’s your last

Let me tell you Mama what’s the matter now
Let me tell you Mama what’s the matter now
Let me tell you Mama what’s the matter now
You don’t want me take me anyhow

Sweet Mama Sweet Mama what’s on your mind
Sweet Mama Sweet Mama what’s on your mind
Sweet Mama Sweet Mama what’s on your mind
You can’t quit me no need o’ trying

I went down the road I was feeling bad
I went down the road I was feeling bad
I went down the road I was feeling bad
And I feel so worried that I ever have had

I’m going away and it won’t be long
I’m going away and it won’t be long
I’m going away and it won’t be long
Don’t believe I’m leaving? Count the days I’m gone
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Fables Ain’t Nothing But Doggone Lies (Jesse Fuller)
Uncle Josh’s nephew was a student of letters
Came home with a book one night
Said he to his uncle this is Aesop’s fables
And I don’t understand it right

Will you kindly explain what it means by a fable
Does it mean what I think it might?
Uncle Josh’s eyes looked extremely wise
And thoughtfully he replied

“Fables are stories that are often told
In ordinary walks of life
Fables are stories that a wife tells her husband
And a husband tells his wife
Fables are stories that we really believe
Til somebody puts us right
In the olden days they called them fables
But they’re nothing but doggone lies”

“Fables are stories told by candidates
Just before election day
Fables are stories told to the wife
When a husband’s far away
Fables are stories that we really believe
Til somebody puts us right
In the olden days they called them fables
But they’re nothing but doggone lies”

Now they tell us that Adam was the husband of Eve
He was the first with the Lord’s consent
Now we can’t deny it there was no other person
To give him an argument
He was made out a mud by a fence that stood there
Til the Lord came and gave him sense
But what puzzles me most, and I would like to know
Who in the Dickens built that fence?

“Fables are stories when a girl of sixteen
May tell you that she’s never been kissed
Fables are stories when a just arrived sailor
Sees just how bad he’s missed
Fables are stories that eyes can tell
When eye looks into eye
In the olden days they called them fables
But they’re nothing but doggone lies”
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Louis Collins (Mississippi John Hurt)
Miss Collins weeped and Miss Collins she moaned
To see her son Louis leaving home
The Angels have laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The Angels laid him away.

Barns shot Louis and Louis shot too
Shot poor Collins shot him through and through
The Angels have laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The Angels laid him away.

Oh kind friends oh, aint it hard
To see poor Louis in a new graveyard
The Angels have laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The Angels laid him away.

Oh when they heard that poor Louis was dead
All the people they dressed in red
The Angels have laid him away
Angels laid him away
They laid him six feet under the clay
The Angels laid him away.
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Love In Vain (Robert Johnson)
Well I followed her to the station
With her suitcase in my hand
I followed her to the station
With her suitcase in my hand
It’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell
When your love’s in vain
All my love’s in vain

Well the train pulled into the station
And I looked her in the eye
Well the train pulled into the station
And I looked her in the eye
I felt so lonesome, lonesome, lonesome
I could not help but cry

Well the train left the station
With two lights on behind
Well the train left the station
With two lights on behind
And the blue light was my baby
And the red light was my mind
All my love’s in vain
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Can’t Be Satisfied (Muddy Waters)
Going away to leave, won’t be back no more
Going way down South child, don’t you worry no more
Woman I’m troubled, troubled, I’m worried now
And I can never be satisfied and I just can’t keep from crying

Well I feel like stamping pistol in your face
I’m gonna let some graveyard be your resting place
Woman I’m troubled, troubled, I’m all worried now
And I can never be satisfied and I just can’t keep from crying

I moaning in my sleep, hear my door bell ring
Looking for my Babe I don’t see not a doggone thing
Woman I’m troubled, troubled, I’m all worried now
And I can never be satisfied and I just can’t keep from crying

I know my little ol’ thing she gonna jump and shout
When our train be late when I come walking out
And woman I’m troubled, troubled, I’m all worried now
And I can never be satisfied and I just can’t keep from crying
And I can never be satisfied and I just can’t keep from crying
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Corrine What Makes You Treat Me So (Blind Boy Fuller)
Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Oh Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Corrine, Oh, Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Well you stop me from knocking at your door

Little girl what have I done to you?
Little girl what have I done to you?
Little girl, little girl, what have I done to you?
For you to treat me like the way you do

Blessed Lord have mercy on poor me
Oh Lord have mercy on poor me
Lord of dear Lord have mercy on poor me
There is nothing but trouble in the World I see

I’m going and your crying won’t make me stay
I’m going and your crying won’t make me stay
Well I’m going oh Lord and your crying won’t make me stay
I’m going to stay away all my days

Little girl I wanna know how can it be?
Little girl oh Lord how can it be?
Little girl, oh little girl how can it be?
That you can love someone and you don’t love me?

Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Oh Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Corrine, Oh, Corrine what makes you treat me so?
Well you stop me from knocking at your door
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Statesboro Blues (Blind Willie McTell)
Wake up Mama and turn your lamp down low
Wake up Mama and turn your lamp down low
You got the nerve to tell me got another man at your back door

Once I had a woman the prettiest thing I ever have seen
Once I had a woman the prettiest thing I ever have seen
And treated me like a King and she was a doggone Queen

My daddy left me reckless and my Mama left me wild
My daddy left me reckless and my Mama left me wild, wild, wild
I know I ain’t good looking but I’m some sweet woman’s angel child

Well my brother’s got ‘em, my sister’s got ‘em
My uncle’s got ‘em Lord everybody’s got ‘em
Well I woke up this morning I had that Statesboro Blues
I looked over in the corner and grandma, grandpa had ‘em too

Now I’m going up country Mama don’t you wanna go?
Well I’m going up country Mama don’t you wanna go?
They may take a thousand and they may take one or two more

Now Big Eighty left Savannah Lord he did not stop
You ought to tell that coloured fireman that his boiler got toohot
Will you reach in the corner Mama and hand me my travelling shoes
Well I woke up this morning Lord I had those Statesboro Blues

Well my brother’s got ‘em, my sister’s got ‘em
My uncle’s got ‘em Lord everybody’s got ‘em
Well I woke up this morning I had that Statesboro Blues
I looked over in the corner and grandma, grandpa had ‘em too
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Arthur Blake (Ralph McTell)
Down in sunny Florida where the oranges grow
Arthur Blake was born, and that’s about all we know.
He moved to a northern town, that’s where the blind man settleddown
And tried to make his home in Chicago.

Winter came with ice and rain and wind and snow
Froze Lake Michigan, but Arthur’s heart did not get cold
Cos when he played that skiddle-dat-dee
It was just like a shot of vitamin C
Blowing right in from the southern orange groves.

Arthur Blake played rags and songs as well as blues
One man playing guitar, but it sounded just like two.
There’s no doubt he was the king
Could make it talk and he could make it swing.

Round about 1929 the first records rolled
Played low and lonesome till it chilled your very soul
But when he played that bo-dee-o-doe
It was just like getting some money from home
Blowing away the blues when the cold winds blow.

Gambling cards and numbers kept him out at night
There were times when this blind man even ended up in a fight
Bad women, bootleg gin
Sang about the trouble that he was in
Yearning for that simpler southern life.

He said a Georgia gal was always on his mind
I wonder if he tasted that sweet melon on the vine.
Ah, but when he rags them shuffling blues
He puts a little tap right in my shoes
I had to leave all my worries far behind.
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Kind Hearted Woman (Robert Johnson)
Got a kind hearted woman
Do anything in this World for me
Got a kind hearted woman
Do anything in this World for me
But these evil hearted women
They will not leave me be

I love my baby, my baby don’t love me
I love my baby, my baby don’t love me
Well, I really love that woman
I can’t stand to leave her be

But there ain’t but one thing
Makes this poor boy drink
When I think how you treat me babe
I begin to think, Oh baby, baby
My love don’t feel the same
Because you break my heart gal
When you call me mister so and so’s name

Got a kind hearted woman
Studies evil all the time
Got a kind hearted woman
She studies evil all the time
But she may as well kill me
As to have it on my mind
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Untrue Blues (Blind Boy Fuller)
Well I give you all my money, what more can I do?
You’re a good little girl oh Lord, but you won’t be true
Every day Mama, Lord when I draw my pay
You evil hearted woman you can trouble me throw it away

Now you dog me Mama each li’l thing you do
You keep on doggin’ here is what I’ll do
Now you dog me in the morning give me the Devil late at night
That way that you’re doggin’ me I ain’t gonna treat you right

Hey, hey yea mmm……oh sure
I used to be your regular now I got to be your dog
And I’ll be your dog if you don’t dog me ‘round (whatever thatmeans)
Keeping you doggin’ me Mama move from town to town

Now the way that you treat me ought to give me a better life
I give you all my lovin’ Lord until the day I die
When you see me coming throw that man out-doors
‘Cause I’m no stranger Lord I’ve been here before
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Early This Morning (Arthur Blake)
Well early this morning my baby made me sore
Well early this morning my baby made me sore
Said I’m going away to leave you, not coming back here anymore

Oh tell me pretty baby where did you stay last night
Oh tell me pretty baby where did you stay last night
Said it ain’t none of your business Daddy since I treat you right

Now if you see me sleeping, oh don’t you think I’m drunk
If you see me sleeping, oh don’t you think I’m drunk
Got one hand on my pistol one eye on your travelling trunk

Because I love you baby believe me it ain’t no lie
I love you baby believe me it ain’t no lie
But the day you try to quit me, oh that’s the day you die

Oh early this morning my baby made me sore
Oh early this morning my baby made me sore
Said I’m going away to leave you not coming back here anymore
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Working On The Railroad (Jesse Fuller)
Working on the railroad for a dollar a day
Working on the railroad for a dollar a day
Working on the railroad for a dollar a day
And I’m taking my money and I’m going away

Take this hammer take it to the captain
Take this hammer and carry it to the captain
Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Tell him I’m gone you can tell I’m gone

If he should ask you was I running
If he should ask you now was I running
If he should ask you now was I running
Tell him oh no you can tell him I was flying

Tell him oh no I was flying
Tell him oh no you tell him I was flying
If he should ask you now was I running
Tell him oh no tell him I was flying

I’m going on the mountain I’m gonna see my baby
I’m going on the mountain I’m gonna see my baby
I’m going on the mountain I’m gonna see my baby
And I ain’t coming back no I ain’t coming back

I ain’t coming back I ain’t coming back
I ain’t coming back oh Buddy I ain’t coming back
I’m going on the mountain I’m gonna see my baby
And I ain’t coming back no I ain’t coming back
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I Bid You Good night (Joseph Spence)
Won’t you lay down my sister come on and take your rest
Come and lay your head down on your Saviour’s breast
And I love you but Jesus loves you best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Oh I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Oh I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Won’t you lay down my brother come on and take your rest
Come and lay your head down on your Saviour’s breast
And I love you but Jesus loves you best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Oh I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Oh I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight

Come and lay down dear children come on and take your rest
Come and lay your head down on your Saviour’s breast
And I love you but Jesus loves you best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Oh I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Well I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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