Leadbelly
|
Alabama Bound
I'm Alabama bound
I'm Alabama bound
And if the train
don't stop and turn around
I'm Alabama bound
Oh, don't you leave me here
Oh, don't you leave me here
But if you must go anyhow
Just leave a dime
for beer
Oh don't you be like me
Oh don't you be like me
Drink your
good sweet cherry wine
And let that whiskey be
Well your hair don't curve
And your eyes ain't blue
Well if you don't want me, Polly Ann
Well I don't
want you
Cotton Fields
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in
the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much
money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
Oh when those cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you
very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In
them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here
for
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
Good Morning Blues
Now this is the blues
There was a white man had the blues
Thought it was nothing to worry about
Now you lay down at night
You roll
from one side of the bed to the other all
Night long
Ya can't sleep,
what's the matter; the blues has gotcha
Ya get up you sit on the side of the
bed in the mornin'
May have a sister a mother a brother n a father around
But you don't want no talk out of em
What's the matter; the blues has gotcha
When you go in put your feet under the table look down
At ya plate got
everything you wanna eat
But ya shake ya head you get up you say "Lord I
can't
Eat I can't sleep what's the matter"
The blues gotcha
Why not
talk to ya
Tell what you gotta tell it
Well, good morning blues, blues how do you do
Well, good
morning blues, blues how do you do
I'm doing all right well, good morning how
are you.
I couldn't sleep last night, I was turning from side to
Side
Oh Lord, I was turning from side to side
I wasn't sad, I was just
dissatisfied.
I couldn't sleep last night, you know the blues walking
'Round my bed,
Oh Lord, the blues walking 'round my bed
I went to eat my
breakfast, the blues was in my bread.
Well good morning blues, blues how do you do.
Well, good
morning blues, blues how do you do.
I'm doing all right, well, good morning
how are you.
Irene
Last Saturday night, I got married,
Me and my wife settled
down
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown
Sometimes I live in the country,
Sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take
a great notion,
To jump into the river and drown
I love Irene, God knows I
do,
I'll love her till the seas run dry
But if Irene should turn me down,
I'd take the morphine and die
Stop rambling, stop your gambling,
Stop
staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family,
Stay there
by your fireside bright.
Lining Track
Oh boys, is you right?
Done got right!
All I hate 'bout
linin' track
These ol' bars 'bout to break my back
Oh boys, can't you line
'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys,
can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
See Eloise go linin' track
Moses stood
on the Red Sea shore
Smotin' that water with a two-by-four
If I could I
surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Mary an' the baby lyin'
in the shade
Thinkin' on the money I ain't made
Midnight Special
Well you wake up in the morning, hear the ding dong ring,
You go a-marching to the table, see the same damn thing
Well, it's on a one
table, knife, a fork and a pan,
And if you say anything about it, you're in
trouble with the man
Let the midnight special, shine her light on me
Let
the midnight special, shine her ever-loving light on me
If you ever go to
Houston, you better walk right, you better not stagger, you better not fight
Sheriff Benson will arrest you, he'll carry you down
And if the jury finds
you guilty, penitentiary bound
Yonder come little Rosie, how in the world do
you know
I can tell her by her apron, and the dress she wore
Umbrella on
her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand
She goes a-marching to the captain,
says, "I want my man"
"I don' believe that Rosie loves me", well tell me why
She ain't been to see me, since las' July
She brought me little coffee, she
brought me little tea
Brought me damn near ever'thing but the jailhouse key
Yonder comes doctor Adams, "How in the world do you know?"
Well he gave me a
tablet, the day befo'
There ain't no doctor, in all the lan'
Can cure the
fever of a convict man
Where Did You Sleep Last Night?
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you
sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the
sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Her husband,
was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a
driving wheel
But his body never was found
My girl, my girl, don't lie to
me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My
girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In
the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the
whole night through
My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did
you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever
shine
I would shiver the whole night through
My girl, my girl, where will
you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
copyright ©
László Zoltán 2013
e-mail: Literatura.hu