Black Dog Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, c. March 1927
Paramount Records Pm-12464 4362-1
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Let me tell you, mama, what my black dog done done to me
Let me tell you, mama, what my black dog done done to me
He chased me from my regular, now he’s after my used-to-be
Black dog, black dog, you caused me to weep and moan
Black dog, black dog, you caused me to weep and moan
You caused me to leave my sweet old happy home
Black dog, black dog, you forever on my mind
Black dog, black dog, you forever on my mind
If you only let me see my baby one more time
So long, black dog, I’m quitting you on the fly
So long, black dog, I’m quitting you on the fly
‘Cause you got the nerve to leave my good woman to cry |
Diddie Wa Diddie
Blind Blake
Recorded in Richmond, Indiana, August 17, 1929
Paramount Records Pm-12888 15459-A
There’s a great big mystery
And it surely worrying me
This diddie wa diddie, this diddie wa diddie
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means
The little girl about four feet four
«Come on, papa, and give me some more
Of your diddie wa diddie, your diddie wa diddie»
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means
I went out and walked all around
Somebody yelled, said «Look who’s in town
Mister diddie wa diddie, mister diddie wa diddie»
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means
Went to church, put my hand on the seat
Lady sat on it, said: «Daddy, you sure is sweet,
Mister diddie wa diddie, mister diddie wa diddie»
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means
I said: «Sister, I’ll soon been gone
Just gimme that thing you setting on
My diddie wa diddie, my diddie wa diddie»
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means
Then I got put out of the church
‘Cause I talk about diddie wa diddie too much
Mister diddie wa diddie, mister diddie wa diddie
I wish somebody would tell me what diddie wa diddie means |
Georgia Bound
Blind Blake
Recorded in Richmond, Indiana, August 17, 1929
Paramount Records Pm-12824 15466-
Packing up my duffle, going to leave this town
Packing up my duffle, going to leave this town
And I’m going to hustle to catch that train southbound
I got the Georgia blues for the plow and the hoe
I got the Georgia blues for the plow and the hoe
Walked out of my shoes over this ice and snow
Tune up the fiddle, dust the cat and bow
Tune up the fiddle, dust the cat and bow
Put on the griddle and open the cabin door
I thought I was going to the northland to stay
I thought I was going to the northland to stay
South is on my mind, my blues won’t go away
Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
Potatoes in the ashes, possum on the stove
You can have the hash but please leave me the claw
Chicken on the roof and watermelons on the vine
Chicken on the roof, babe, watermelons on the vine
I’ll be glad to get back to that Georgia gal of mine |
No Dough Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, c. May 1928
Paramount Records Pm-12723 20559-1
It’s a hard, hard time now, good man can’t get no dough
It’s a hard, hard time now, good man can’t get no dough
All I do for my bay don’t satisfy her no more
I ain’t got no job, now you going to put me down
I ain’t got no job, now you going to put me down
You going to quit me baby for a hard-working clown
Time is so hard now, maybe things will change some day
Time is so hard now, maybe things will change some day
And when I get a job maybe you will change your way
Don’t quit me baby ‘cause I can’t find no work to do
Don’t quit me baby ‘cause I can’t find no work to do
Because all the dirt you done for me, it’s coming back home to you
I used to be a joker, now I’m going to make a change
Used to be a joker, now I’m going to make a change
I’m going to get me a job, keep coal in your cold kitchen range |
One Time Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, c. March 1927
Paramount Records Pm-12479 4363-2
Ah, the rising sun going down
Ah, the rising sun going down
I ain’t got nobody since my baby’s blowed this town
Ah, mama, love me one more time
Ah, mama, love me one more time
You give me a little chance, maybe you will change your mind
I done called you till I almost lost my mind
I done called you, mama, till I almost lost my mind
I ain’t going call no more, good man is hard to find
Ah, mama, who can your regular be
Ah, who can your regular be
I ain’t got no regular, baby please take me
Take me, mama, I’ll tell you what I’ll do
Take me, mama, I’ll tell you what I’ll do
I’ll get up every morning, work hard all day for you |
Panther Squall Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, c. May 1928
Paramount Records Pm-12723 20582-2
I got a sweet mama, she ain’t low at all
I got a sweet mama, she ain’t low at all
She got the kind of loving will make a panther squall
She got Elgin movements and a twenty-year guarantee
She got Elgin movements and a twenty-year guarantee
I bet you my last dollar she don’t put them jinx on me |
Police Dog Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Richmond, Indiana, August 17, 1929
Paramount Records Pm-12888 15463-
All my life I been a traveling man
All my life I been a traveling man
Staying alone and doing the best I can
I shipped my trunk down to Tennessee
I shipped my trunk down to Tennessee
Hard to tell about a man like me
I met a gal, I couldn’t get her off my mind
I met a gal, I couldn’t get her off my mind
She passed me up, says she didn’t like my kind
I’m scared to bother around her house at night
I’m scared to bother around her house at night
Got a police dog craving for a fight
His name is Rambler and when he gets a chance
His name is Rambler and when he gets a chance
He leaves his mark on everybody’s pants
Guess I’ll travel, I guess I’ll let her be
Guess I’ll travel, I guess I’ll let her be
Before she sics her police dog on me |
You Gonna Quit Me Blues
Blind Blake
Recorded in Chicago, Illinois, c. October 1927
Paramount Records Pm-12597 20110-1
You going to quit me, baby, good as I been to you, Lord, Lord
Good as I been to you, Lord, Lord
Good as I been to you
Give you my money, honey, to buy your shoes and clothes, Lord, Lord
To buy your shoes and clothes, Lord, Lord
To buy your shoes and clothes
You going to quit me, baby, put me out-of-doors, Lord, Lord
Put me out-of-doors, Lord, Lord
Put me out-of-doors
Six months on the chain-gang, believe me, ‘tain’t no fun, Lord, Lord
Believe me, ‘tain’t no fun, Lord, Lord
Believe me, ‘tain’t no fun
The day you quit me, baby, that’s the day you die, Lord, Lord
That’s the day you die, Lord, Lord
That’s the day you die
Jailhouse ain’t no place, baby, believe me, ‘tain’t no lie, Lord, Lord
Believe me, ‘tain’t no lie, Lord, Lord
Believe me, ‘tain’t no lie
The day you quit me, baby, that’s the day you die, Lord, Lord
That’s the day you die, Lord, Lord
That’s the day you die |
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